Oh boy.
Thus marks the end of a long long day.
I'm not even sure what transpired after I FINALLY dragged myself out of bed
(the alarm went off at 7AM and I stared at the ceiling until 11AM).
Sigh.
I think, perhaps, a human version of WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS was about to take place in my life. I had a few buoyant moments during the day when talking to Kristen while running errands (we're positively exactly nothing like the same, in every way...which makes for a very vivacious friendship).
The laundromat
was
full
of
screaming
urchins.
I thought I'd perish until Bethy Pie dragged me out to the Grecian Key with a posse of friends and while biking there, RW called my phone. Oh the relief of feeling his voice crash down on me. He returns next week on the 28th...which is still forever away...but to hear him tell me so was all I needed to keep on keeping on.
For the second time in a few months, a house I've called home is being packed up and emptied out. Things look barren. I'm in the tundra of my life right now -- there's nothing for miles except the blunt ends of lichens thrusting their squat noses up into thin sunlight.
And I'm a lonely, matchstick-legged caribou making my way to where the trees begin.
I hold my antlers up high
because I'm meant to
and because
I don't let the weight of the world
drag me down.
Happy Friday Birdies.
It won't be long now.
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8 comments:
How late am I allowed to call you? Every time I think about calling you I look at the clock and it's always 10:30 (or well after).
I'm drinking a champagne spritzer. I always think of you when I'm having a glass of something.
Oh, this is hard. But you'll feel so much better when you're permanently settled and can decorate your own little nest. Yay for RW's imminent return!
Very cute dress you're wearing, too.
Gosh I do love your analogies (if that's the way it's spelled) - and it may be rough now but there's a light at the end of the tunnel (at least there's that) and it'll all be but a distant memory in a few months!! Oh and I'm not gonna lie, I'm kindof jealous you get to spend Christmas in your very own house. I can't wait to see your Christmas tree.
xo
love from the big city
sigh. you are one of the best things. in every situation. i'm afraid i never think twice about calling you, no matter what the hour. oops.
Only a couple more days right? I can't wait to see photos.
Wow. I have to say, Plume, your writing is spectacular.
Despite or maybe even because of your despair.
PS I feel your pain (I can't tell you how many times I moved our family, without assistance, all by myself). After the first time, my mother stopped helping me.
I hope you feel better soon.
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