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Mercurial weather, and yesterday I hurried home and made a big decision. Switching coasts, for real this time, for sure this time, and the numbers have too many digits. Make it work applies to my bank account, to my spending, to my ideas about the ideal of relocating to first the midwest and then the northwest. Fall and winter were for nonstop try it out as hard as possible, spring and summer are make it work. Last summer was sticky shreds of the forced optimism that comes before an almost total crash, and now I've pulled it together to at least the planning stage.
Last year, I learned the desperation involved in playing the lottery. This year, I've started stacking up the scratch-offs, because that life lesson in don't rule out any possibilities is starting to stick. It's ridiculous, I know. Write ten thousand essays. Make those checks not come out of my pocket. Eat well. Drive less. I'm lonely, but in a counting down the days kind of way. Goddamn. What a hell of a thing to have in common.
I'm nervous and making good work. I'm looking forward to making it work.
Last year, I learned the desperation involved in playing the lottery. This year, I've started stacking up the scratch-offs, because that life lesson in don't rule out any possibilities is starting to stick. It's ridiculous, I know. Write ten thousand essays. Make those checks not come out of my pocket. Eat well. Drive less. I'm lonely, but in a counting down the days kind of way. Goddamn. What a hell of a thing to have in common.
I'm nervous and making good work. I'm looking forward to making it work.