It's raining, YAY! In New Orleans. My icon has significance.
It's rainy and gray outside. I love it. There is something nostalically wonderful about rain in New Orleans. It's still green and lush here in the semi-tropics and something about the sound of rain dripping off green leaves makes me think of Tennessee Williams's plays.
My dad is in another room testing his sermon for tomorrow, which he reads while looking out the front window. His voice will always remind me of home.
My mom just now rolled out of bed (I picked up my lollygagging habits from her), took a sip of my coffee and said, "I will miss you."
Tomorrow I go home. And start looking for a new job. It's official.
I choose not to think about that right now.
Tomorrow I go home. I'm glad to go. I missed the Husband, who couldn't come with me. I missed my bed. I missed the daily goings-on of my life and how comfortable I feel in them. Though I will cry when I drive away from here, I am glad to go home.
I spent the last five days rebooting my brain (nudge lozziecap ), not thinking about my epic, put aside in early November, by spending an insane amout of time around people. I am scheduled to death while I'm here. Maybe, for an introvert, this sounds insane, but it's a necessary insanity. After constant input and planning and visiting, the writing will become refuge. I will, in effect, be rebooting my brain in a different way, so I can do it all over again in December without going insane. Plus, these whirlwind days I spend here are the only chance I have to spend time with people who know me very well and love me despite all that.
I'll try to play catch-up with the posts, but if there's anything of significance that I've missed and you haven't already emailed or texted it to me, give me a nudge. I missed y'all.
Oh, and sanguine_piskie and aeniron? I'm sorry we didn't get the chance to get together. Perhaps over Christmas? I miss you two like crazysauce.