I can't believe that I'm leaving so damn soon! It's hitting me from the side like a cat that's been stalking me for a while and the whole time I could see her out of the corner of my eye and still I'm defenseless and flabbergasted when she pounces at my calf. I'm starting to say my goodbyes to the people I see around.... like, real fucking goodbyes; I haven't said those in a while. I've been running outside and wearing skimpy clothes and dancing ferociously and enjoying excellent beer and (gasp!) shaving my legs because I've come to recognize these things as "American" and soon to disappear. I'm calling people I haven't talked to in years because I feel that if I don't now, then I never will.
Priorities are aligning! Amen! No, wait, it's two-men. And they're towards the bottom of the list, along with cleaning my room (which should occur naturally as a result of packing, but my space is the messiest it's ever been somehow), sitting at a computer, finally finishing the scarf I've been knitting for Kristina since Christmas, and planning my going-away party.
At the top of the agenda are: rolling around in good conversations with new and old friends; painting (yes! I'm painting again); savoring my folks' casserole dishes; visiting cities (odd and likely derived from being alone in the wilderness for the past several months); hugging my grandparents; enjoying the yellowing of the Aspens; and living every day as if it's a going-away party.
Priorities are aligning! Amen! No, wait, it's two-men. And they're towards the bottom of the list, along with cleaning my room (which should occur naturally as a result of packing, but my space is the messiest it's ever been somehow), sitting at a computer, finally finishing the scarf I've been knitting for Kristina since Christmas, and planning my going-away party.
At the top of the agenda are: rolling around in good conversations with new and old friends; painting (yes! I'm painting again); savoring my folks' casserole dishes; visiting cities (odd and likely derived from being alone in the wilderness for the past several months); hugging my grandparents; enjoying the yellowing of the Aspens; and living every day as if it's a going-away party.
you were thinking of cache when your used the metaphor of the stalking cat weren't you.
ReplyDeleteI was totally thinking of him! He's always on the pounce and in the corner of the eye!
ReplyDeletefigured....and always lunges for the calves.
ReplyDeleteI love this.....what a wonderful way to begin your new journey.
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