just started reading writing down the bones today — liked this line a lot — “Like grating a carrot, give the paper the colorful coleslaw of your consciousness.”
it’s been a long four days, last thursday (the start of it all) seems forever ago. and a lot has been done, accomplished, achieved. a chapter closed and a new one beginning. i look forward to drives with E to sacramento the next half year or so. looking forward to d’s wedding — finally getting to travel. fingers crossed. forward to (dare i say it) omicron — hopeful that it will really be the start of the end. i’m not sure how to feel about leatha. it’s kind of a weird in between place, but i can see some positive smaller happenings here. a respite away from home and vice versa. a bit odd thinking of living this dual life. saw a real ghetto yesterday (maybe). sorry for the naïveté — but i was born into a bubble, and i like it. parts of the world come off scary. i admire those who are able to live in those tunnels of humanity that i dare not venture, some of these parts my parents have had to endure. and so i understand i have lead a lucky life. a life not lacking in resources, a life not facing death and for the most part, one free from fear as i shuttle from one bubble to another, but deep down i’m deathly afraid that the bubble will pop. but hey, let’s also not get ahead of nor belittle oneself. it doesn’t do any good and i think this bubble gurl in this bubble world has turned out pretty okay so far. don’t cha think?
fingers crossed whilst knocking on wood