moving
so i'm moving, did you know? prolly not...every time i am forced to put my life into a series of boxes i am reminded of how much rediculous stuff i have, and i am encouraged to re-define myself by getting rid of as much stuff as possible.
this move is to the other end of amherst, sorta...to colonial village apt. number 86. what's great is that i will have my own space. what's not so great is that there are lots of things to buy...microwave, knives, pots and pans, toaster, etc....and there's no money to buy them. none.
so i'm writing to get it off my chest, to put it down somewhere outside myself...the frustration of heavy tables and grouchy real estate agents...to humid weather making it a little bit unbearable to move myself, let alone boxes...the sense of being caugh directly in the middle of a wave that is not going to break any time soon, and there's no chance of coming up for air. it's the transition, it's the not-knowing, it's the wanting of things to just run smoothly, and then having the universe laugh at that idea.
it's also being rediculously grateful for miss sara, who i'll be living with. thank whatever is in charge that she's so patient and present...if she was like me...we might be in trouble.
anyway, enough of the verbal puke. i'm off to put my feet up, save this poor spider crawling on my screen, and find some dinner. much love to all, i hope you're staying cool and relativley sane.
namaste'
this move is to the other end of amherst, sorta...to colonial village apt. number 86. what's great is that i will have my own space. what's not so great is that there are lots of things to buy...microwave, knives, pots and pans, toaster, etc....and there's no money to buy them. none.
so i'm writing to get it off my chest, to put it down somewhere outside myself...the frustration of heavy tables and grouchy real estate agents...to humid weather making it a little bit unbearable to move myself, let alone boxes...the sense of being caugh directly in the middle of a wave that is not going to break any time soon, and there's no chance of coming up for air. it's the transition, it's the not-knowing, it's the wanting of things to just run smoothly, and then having the universe laugh at that idea.
it's also being rediculously grateful for miss sara, who i'll be living with. thank whatever is in charge that she's so patient and present...if she was like me...we might be in trouble.
anyway, enough of the verbal puke. i'm off to put my feet up, save this poor spider crawling on my screen, and find some dinner. much love to all, i hope you're staying cool and relativley sane.
namaste'