It's a good thing I occasionally re-read emails when I'm awake.
Not House Manager. If I know where to FIND a House Manager. And Board Members. Kinda.
I have been and gone and had adventures and this always makes me question my life.
My life is mostly not adventures. So are most people's. I forget that. Most people also do the dishes and take out the dog and wonder how they're going to plan their week.
"What are you most looking forward to?"
I begin to think of all the things I want to do next time.
"Internet. No, you gave that up pretty easy."
Oh. Looking forward to at home. Why am I going home? Because it's the best universe I've managed to construct on my own. Because it's the best I can do. Because there is unfinished business, and obligations, and steps in a direction that might be right in terms of a career, or maybe I need to write the weird and strange shit that is pent up in my head but isn't a story. Not yet. Because it's still my story, and I carry my messes with me.
Everywhere I go, I'm already waiting for myself there.
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