Where are you going?
Yesterday, I came home, put on a navy blue and vermillion wrap dress and baked cinnamon buns, wiping the house down and thinking of my yellow livingroom and how its, my, days are numbered here in memory. It's like in To the Lighthouse by V. Woolf--yellow edging into memory. Marilyn Mcentyre told me to read books cinematographically, and I do (now).
After cinnamon buns, which took four hours because of double risings, I picked C up and bought groceries, came home and watched Fantasia 2000. The switch just happened, yesterday, that I knew I was going to be ok. I felt fine for the first time all year. The delicious grit of change and possibility on my mouth, Andrew Bird in my cranium, and an organized closet full of 20 (!!!) pairs of vintage silk stockings. I am ready to begin this new chapter of city life--hoping it will prove more satisfying/less lonesome than my last endeavor. I am ready to move out of the heavy suburbs, I am too young to be living in Walnut Creek, ad too old to be living in a shared flat in the Mission with folks I don't know.
I'm ok, and I'm safe. I'm ok, and everyone around me if doing the best with what they have.
After cinnamon buns, which took four hours because of double risings, I picked C up and bought groceries, came home and watched Fantasia 2000. The switch just happened, yesterday, that I knew I was going to be ok. I felt fine for the first time all year. The delicious grit of change and possibility on my mouth, Andrew Bird in my cranium, and an organized closet full of 20 (!!!) pairs of vintage silk stockings. I am ready to begin this new chapter of city life--hoping it will prove more satisfying/less lonesome than my last endeavor. I am ready to move out of the heavy suburbs, I am too young to be living in Walnut Creek, ad too old to be living in a shared flat in the Mission with folks I don't know.
I'm ok, and I'm safe. I'm ok, and everyone around me if doing the best with what they have.