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i came home expecting to start building a new life and my own home immediately, but piled-up years of circumstances washed down in a heavy three-hour rainstorm made other things a priority. now that my family is settled i am refocusing on taking care of myself. in the midst of all the errands and phone calls and serious concerns during this month, there have been moments where pieces of the past sprung out at me unexpected and unwelcome. i haven’t been able to reflect yet on what prague was or what it did to me, but maybe the time i’m spending now on practical concerns will give me the necessary distance to see it clearly once i’m on my own again. isn’t it funny though, how the person you have finally stopped thinking about writes to you on the very day when you think you can’t take any more.
i’ve gone through piles of old things, throwing away what’s unnecessary, simplifying and downsizing my life. it’s felt good. and in the process i’ve come across all the writing i did in high school, remembered how much i used to create, even if most of it was awful. it’s been waking up some dormant energies in me. a phrase is floating in my mind that i think, when i sit down to really plan it out, will turn into exactly the piece of writing i’ve been wanting to do
i’ve gone through piles of old things, throwing away what’s unnecessary, simplifying and downsizing my life. it’s felt good. and in the process i’ve come across all the writing i did in high school, remembered how much i used to create, even if most of it was awful. it’s been waking up some dormant energies in me. a phrase is floating in my mind that i think, when i sit down to really plan it out, will turn into exactly the piece of writing i’ve been wanting to do