Old Things / New Things
Old Things:
~the sound of acorns and nuts from trees crunching purposely under my shoes
~the dependability of Florida winter: hot/cold/hot/cold/cold/hot/hot/hot/cold
~moving again
~Christmas time not feeling like Christmas time
New Things
- Adam's things sharing the same space as my things. I got an overwhelming physical world shift last night when his boxes actually moved into the apartment and took up space in the bedroom, kitchen and living room floor. I felt this giddy/scary wave wash over me. Everything I was hoping for this past summer is actually happening. Definitely new.
- A real Christmas tree. I sprung for one and I picked it out at Target. Adam helped me decorate it and he started putting things under it. Phinny drinks the water from the base of it and eats the presents underneath it. It has lights and a star and it helps me get closer to the feeling that Christmas is here, even though it never feels like Christmastime.
- A new car. It's an old car; I've been driving since February of 2006, but it's my car now. I bought it from Honda and now I owe my bank $13000 over the course of five years. I'm sweating bullets. I hate owing money to people. It makes me feel like an untrustworthy person.
- Sara Bareilles. I don't know how to pronounce her last name, but she's amazing. I heard "Love Song" on a Rhapsody commercial and looked her up on iTunes. Downloaded it in 5 minutes and listened to it for the rest of the evening. Her music makes me feel connected to the world, to people somehow. Can't explain it, that's the power of music.
-Worried about my mother. I feel like she's been avoiding me, or that she's afraid to tell me some things that are going on with her. I miss her. She came over to see me a little while ago and she seemed genuinely sad to leave. I miss that. I think she likes to escape sometimes. I hope we have more time over my Christmas break to visit with each other. I think we both need it.
Good night. To those of you who I have not spoken to in awhile, I miss you, I miss your company. Drop me a line and let me know you are still alive. Kalisa, enjoy your break! I wish I could read your thesis! While I was moving, I found a short story you wrote called "How To Be A Virgin". I miss your prose, Kalisa.
~the sound of acorns and nuts from trees crunching purposely under my shoes
~the dependability of Florida winter: hot/cold/hot/cold/cold/hot/hot/hot/cold
~moving again
~Christmas time not feeling like Christmas time
New Things
- Adam's things sharing the same space as my things. I got an overwhelming physical world shift last night when his boxes actually moved into the apartment and took up space in the bedroom, kitchen and living room floor. I felt this giddy/scary wave wash over me. Everything I was hoping for this past summer is actually happening. Definitely new.
- A real Christmas tree. I sprung for one and I picked it out at Target. Adam helped me decorate it and he started putting things under it. Phinny drinks the water from the base of it and eats the presents underneath it. It has lights and a star and it helps me get closer to the feeling that Christmas is here, even though it never feels like Christmastime.
- A new car. It's an old car; I've been driving since February of 2006, but it's my car now. I bought it from Honda and now I owe my bank $13000 over the course of five years. I'm sweating bullets. I hate owing money to people. It makes me feel like an untrustworthy person.
- Sara Bareilles. I don't know how to pronounce her last name, but she's amazing. I heard "Love Song" on a Rhapsody commercial and looked her up on iTunes. Downloaded it in 5 minutes and listened to it for the rest of the evening. Her music makes me feel connected to the world, to people somehow. Can't explain it, that's the power of music.
-Worried about my mother. I feel like she's been avoiding me, or that she's afraid to tell me some things that are going on with her. I miss her. She came over to see me a little while ago and she seemed genuinely sad to leave. I miss that. I think she likes to escape sometimes. I hope we have more time over my Christmas break to visit with each other. I think we both need it.
Good night. To those of you who I have not spoken to in awhile, I miss you, I miss your company. Drop me a line and let me know you are still alive. Kalisa, enjoy your break! I wish I could read your thesis! While I was moving, I found a short story you wrote called "How To Be A Virgin". I miss your prose, Kalisa.