Attempted sleep and failed miserably, packed and collected toys, a familiar trip in an unfamiliar frame of mind. It is now morning, dewy and serene, while I mundanely search for order, receiving chaos and walking through it as a day at the beach. Oh, and could you trade mountains for beaches? I have lived in the city and gotten used to the sound of sirens, lived in a dorm and barely slept for an entire year, now I live in the country and when the crickets stop… the sound of the ocean is inviting and soothing, what do they mountains sound like? Would like to hear that for myself. We make decisions and when the music stops, all that is around us are the things we put on the shelves on moving day. This is when it counts, the rest of your life and things where they’re supposed to go, food in belly and love in our hearts. I’ve never read a book about someone so flawed getting everything she wanted, so I decided to write it. When I stay up late and wake up too early, the years of cigarettes and good times double into all of those thirty AND one years; I can write about her and give her “just one more chance.” She’s not so young but she smiles, wherever she is, we’re healthy and in love.
Going up to North Carolina until the weekend, so Happy Thanksgiving to everyone and will write upon my return.
“I don’t understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little – if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that’s the day she has a date with destiny. And it’s best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.” -Coco Chanel
