These days, I don’t feel at ease often. My
winter clothes and most of my shoes are in storage in Oakland. My baby
pictures and family heirlooms are being boxed, ready to travel away from
the home I grew up in to a new home, in San Antonio. I’ve got my arms
reaching for Austin, a place I hope to feel more at home. But my
thoughts are drifting towards somewhere else, a place that I feel not a
home with the streets or places or a bed, but a single person.
This may sound cliche but sometimes moments in life really do feel as if they are flashing by, not simply moving along. It’s a hard concept to focus on completely, like trying to look at the sun. You’ve got to glance from the corner of your eye, not stare straight at it. It feels as though it was just yesterday I was standing in line to see the sixth Harry Potter movie, dressed like Luna Lovegood, 4 months into my drivers license. It’s funny how the small moments sometimes change you the most.
So, it’s hard to feel at ease. I’m getting used to the idea of temporary places and things. I just have to keep in mind that there are those people I love that are permanent. (I’m looking at you, family and A. and N.)
This may sound cliche but sometimes moments in life really do feel as if they are flashing by, not simply moving along. It’s a hard concept to focus on completely, like trying to look at the sun. You’ve got to glance from the corner of your eye, not stare straight at it. It feels as though it was just yesterday I was standing in line to see the sixth Harry Potter movie, dressed like Luna Lovegood, 4 months into my drivers license. It’s funny how the small moments sometimes change you the most.
So, it’s hard to feel at ease. I’m getting used to the idea of temporary places and things. I just have to keep in mind that there are those people I love that are permanent. (I’m looking at you, family and A. and N.)
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