Charlie was bad.
I am having trouble with the packing
I am stuck in the purgatory between thought and action. In my case now, this in-between place is manifesting in my making lists. These are the type lists that are never ending; the type of lists that becomes trees, with many branches; the type of lists that keep going and going…. prolonging my packing. It’s just that two weeks on the road, away from work and home, feels a bit like reckless abandon. And I suppose my list making - as opposed to the act of just throwing two weeks of our lives into suitcases - might be serving to mitigate the discomfort of my perceived recklessness. And might be providing me with some sense of emotional preparation. A part of me feels like there should be a ritual – running around our house and kissing the ground five times, maybe – to help honor this act of leaving our home and heading out west for a while. To create more of a space between the transition of home and adventure, between belonging and longing. Leaving people and places, transitions in gen...
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