Maybe all these years here were just practice. A beautiful and character-building segment of a longer journey.
I just read an article about a woman who left the city for a rural town. In said town she met her now husband and blah blah blah. But the part that made me cry was when she said that in the morning she can walk outside with coffee without worrying that anyone will see her in pajamas.
That's right. The part that made me cry tears of envy was the part where she enjoys solitude in the forest with coffee! I am very jelly. But I'll pass on the part where she has to share her house and body with a man.
So, I've spent the past year or so researching a move, and I feel myself getting reeeeeally close to changing my entire life! Sometimes I get nervous about whether I'll regret it. But I don't think I will. I am good at finding plenty of things to do under absolutely any conditions. I'll be far from the people I need to be far from. I'll be closer to old friends. I'll have peace and quiet and fewer unhealthy distractions. And though it'll be a bit of a drive, I can easily visit the city as often as I like, and stay at HB's place if drinking happens or if there's an early morning workshop etc. It's really no biggie. I can still do city stuff. But it'll be on my terms, instead of the city constantly in my face with sirens and alarms and catcallers.
It must be time to go home.
* dramatic curtain close *
4:53 p.m. - 2019-09-25