1.14.2008

in our days we will live like our ghosts...


the long road traveled home by rail. i was sick on the train. not enough sleep and the oranges tasted like the life blood. being home is surreal. but relaxing in a strange way. being with my momma, just being near her energy, is refreshing. things change, can't forget that. and it's usual to feel out of place here. i kind of always felt out of place here. what's neat is that being here is bringing stewart and i closer together. we're destressing, relaxing, and loving. it's nice. i've also discovered the importance of an airport card and it's relation to my sanity, as well as the wonderings and wanderings my student loan will bring. yay! off to knit!

1 comment:

Melissa said...

i think i finally met him. you know... the him we wait for patiently...