its nearly finished...
moving, that is....
It's amazing to look at a pile of boxes and think 'wow, this is a life. Right here'.
It's very surreal.
All week i've been moving sections of rooms into other and newer rooms. The house is divine, scary, because it's new, but divine. The floors creak in a wonderful organic way. The yard is full of weeds and shrubs and is a thing that need love- and i can give that.
I've been in the garden for a few hours every day, pushing, pulling and arranging things. Its starting to come together. Several flower beds, a table, umbrella, you know, yard stuff.
working in the outdoors makes me happy though. Helps me forget about the crazy shit that goes on in my head.
Speaking of which, I'm watching Girl Interrupted right now and a really think if i lived in the 60's and i wasn't someone massively enclosed in some sort of cloud of drugs to escape, or adapt myself into some sexually ambiguous nomadic hippy colony, that i really i would have ended up condemn to a place like in the movie.
There is too much about me that people back then, 'normal' people, the 'dinner party' people would think as wrong. Something to incarcerate me for.
I'd (back then) be someone they'd label as 'borderline' as they did with nearly everything they can't explain, i'd be a borderline personality- which indeed i suppose i am. but, i'd really be in for it then.
Also, speaking of which, i should probably let you all know i'm with someone, and have been for weeks and weeks now. In fact, i have probably mentioned him previously, but without name or specific label. He's probably in the long run, not even good for me, but i happen to like him. And i'm seeing how far it ill go. because i like him.
i like him.....
and i'm sure it's a problem, because i don't think he likes me as much.
oh, well
It's amazing to look at a pile of boxes and think 'wow, this is a life. Right here'.
It's very surreal.
All week i've been moving sections of rooms into other and newer rooms. The house is divine, scary, because it's new, but divine. The floors creak in a wonderful organic way. The yard is full of weeds and shrubs and is a thing that need love- and i can give that.
I've been in the garden for a few hours every day, pushing, pulling and arranging things. Its starting to come together. Several flower beds, a table, umbrella, you know, yard stuff.
working in the outdoors makes me happy though. Helps me forget about the crazy shit that goes on in my head.
Speaking of which, I'm watching Girl Interrupted right now and a really think if i lived in the 60's and i wasn't someone massively enclosed in some sort of cloud of drugs to escape, or adapt myself into some sexually ambiguous nomadic hippy colony, that i really i would have ended up condemn to a place like in the movie.
There is too much about me that people back then, 'normal' people, the 'dinner party' people would think as wrong. Something to incarcerate me for.
I'd (back then) be someone they'd label as 'borderline' as they did with nearly everything they can't explain, i'd be a borderline personality- which indeed i suppose i am. but, i'd really be in for it then.
Also, speaking of which, i should probably let you all know i'm with someone, and have been for weeks and weeks now. In fact, i have probably mentioned him previously, but without name or specific label. He's probably in the long run, not even good for me, but i happen to like him. And i'm seeing how far it ill go. because i like him.
i like him.....
and i'm sure it's a problem, because i don't think he likes me as much.
oh, well