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Moved again- same city, new house. This one's much bigger- stairs even, as though that marks a hallmark of living. As if I take up so much space as to need to extend upwards toward the heavens. I do not, but i enjoy sitting amongst the trees. I enjoy the top of the bamboo forest, it's clack clacking against my window as it's leaves carry it up. I enjoy the red cardinals in the yellow forsythia. And the porch swing.
It is good. Stretching and changing. The wife (prior roommate of 6 years) was here just now. She just meant to drop by to see it, 4 hours later, dinner and half a gallon of ice cream, here I am, watching her drive away. Strange, not to live with this woman, and wonderful how easily she fits into my home. She's good to have.
The office here is warm colored, and just plain warm- being both upstairs and south-facing. I found my chapbook from senior year, and all the papers I wrote for my favorite professor. Reading through them, I was flushed with the rememberence of what it was like to really thrive in that environment. I did thrive there. In the real world, I'm smart to the point where I'm lucky to be able to tie my shoes. I overlook so much of the world around me because of where I've traveled off to in my head. There, I was right on, the constant analysis an asset, happily following the twisted winding trails where ever they went.
It can be frustrating, actually, being with someone older- there is much I don't know simply because I haven't lived that yet, or I've not yet encountered the information. He looks at me like I've revealed an incomprehension for why I must wear shoes or something...although he's quick to praise my intellect, so I know he knows....
That is a small complaint. I'll not take issue with it. Things are good here.
It is good. Stretching and changing. The wife (prior roommate of 6 years) was here just now. She just meant to drop by to see it, 4 hours later, dinner and half a gallon of ice cream, here I am, watching her drive away. Strange, not to live with this woman, and wonderful how easily she fits into my home. She's good to have.
The office here is warm colored, and just plain warm- being both upstairs and south-facing. I found my chapbook from senior year, and all the papers I wrote for my favorite professor. Reading through them, I was flushed with the rememberence of what it was like to really thrive in that environment. I did thrive there. In the real world, I'm smart to the point where I'm lucky to be able to tie my shoes. I overlook so much of the world around me because of where I've traveled off to in my head. There, I was right on, the constant analysis an asset, happily following the twisted winding trails where ever they went.
It can be frustrating, actually, being with someone older- there is much I don't know simply because I haven't lived that yet, or I've not yet encountered the information. He looks at me like I've revealed an incomprehension for why I must wear shoes or something...although he's quick to praise my intellect, so I know he knows....
That is a small complaint. I'll not take issue with it. Things are good here.