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This seems a bit overwhelming right now. I mean. Work is overwhelming. I work too hard. My computer is broken and I lost my phone. We are moving and I hate moving, though I am thankful to be. Actually everyone keeps saying “that sucks” to be moving, and I guess I agree that getting up an hour earlier each morning isn’t ideal but I would rather that then spend another hot summer surrounded by asphalt. Amongst other things. I liked our apartment in retrospect. Not enough though. And that’s what everyone says about Jay leaving, and I understand that I am not grasping the seriousness of that situation but I feel remarkably okay about it. I will go on trips and soak up solitude. But my mind can only comprehend days, not weeks, and certainly not months, so that feeling is sure to be fleeting.
So now what? One-two months of limbo and then I’m not sure. So, maybe a lifetime of limbo. Maybe. Or maybe I will pack up and go west like I dream of. Or go to Spain or teach in Thailand. Too many possibilities inevitably mean I will end up stagnant. Or moving to Rockport. Which is nice and almost ideal.
I am thinking most about traveling this summer and seeing Devon frequently.
So now what? One-two months of limbo and then I’m not sure. So, maybe a lifetime of limbo. Maybe. Or maybe I will pack up and go west like I dream of. Or go to Spain or teach in Thailand. Too many possibilities inevitably mean I will end up stagnant. Or moving to Rockport. Which is nice and almost ideal.
I am thinking most about traveling this summer and seeing Devon frequently.