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I am going back in time... Everything is going back to normal, or abnormal? I'm not sure what I was once upon a time before I loved him, but I'm slowly crawling back towards that mountain top so that I may look down upon where I have come from and view all the happiness that lies ahead.
I have been rehired at Toys R Us! Yay! My cell phone bill is paid, and I spent enough time on the phone with Sprint reps today to guarantee myself a handset that works. Tomorrow I will take myself down to the Sprint store to trade in the one that has never worked quite right and get a new one, all free and covered thanks to that wonderful animal called a WARRANTY. (Never leave home without one.)
And so I'm back in Southern California, the land of ridiculously high rents, sunshine and rainstorms, SUV's, and saline. The land I fought so hard to leave in order to love as freely as possibly and then had to return to because I loved a little too freely. And that case of writers block I was struggling with for the last year and a half? Strangely it's cleared up, with no lingering symptoms and words, not just words, but poetic phrases and pages and pages of what I've felt and seen and experienced during the time I lived in Arizona now flow forth with the speed and danger of whitewater.
I have been rehired at Toys R Us! Yay! My cell phone bill is paid, and I spent enough time on the phone with Sprint reps today to guarantee myself a handset that works. Tomorrow I will take myself down to the Sprint store to trade in the one that has never worked quite right and get a new one, all free and covered thanks to that wonderful animal called a WARRANTY. (Never leave home without one.)
And so I'm back in Southern California, the land of ridiculously high rents, sunshine and rainstorms, SUV's, and saline. The land I fought so hard to leave in order to love as freely as possibly and then had to return to because I loved a little too freely. And that case of writers block I was struggling with for the last year and a half? Strangely it's cleared up, with no lingering symptoms and words, not just words, but poetic phrases and pages and pages of what I've felt and seen and experienced during the time I lived in Arizona now flow forth with the speed and danger of whitewater.