Sep 24, 2006 13:26
My hair has grown too long for my liking. The question is, how many pounds am I willing to pay for a trim? Especially when the exchange rate is a pound for two dollars. Sad, sad times.
I am in the business of beginnings, but I feel, even with the amount of beginnings that have been happening, all events were set in motion long ago. This is not a conclusion either, just a marker on the road to the conclusion.
Unless you've been under a rock for the past couple weeks, you probably know that things finally happened with Baret, a.k.a. Boss Lady. A beginning arrived just as I was about to leave and that was the only way it could have occurred. We've kept in touch and I feel very good about the way we left it, despite our ultimate collision being a question mark. I miss her and find it difficult to admit this to her because she sucks at discussing the elephant in the room.
I'm in Scotland. I'm in love with everything here. I've found another home. I know this is the time for me to live the life I need to live.
It's like I'm playing hide and seek with my thoughts. Sorry, not coherent at all.
If you're reading this I miss you.