I’m no stranger to feeling a little bit displaced but I’m unexpectedly feeling anxious as hell about it this afternoon. Not sure which came first. Was it the displacement or the anxiety? Maybe they’re the same thing and I’m just putting words on feelings.
Insides jittery or as a friend used to say ‘jiggly’, head hurts, eyes heavy and my heart is empty. That’s prolly the usual loneliness which lingers but Jesus fucking Christ I’d rather be lonely than weighted down again by another human. Only way I’d consider another human is if they’re able, willing and wanting to be a true, equal partner.
The whole thing about people and things is that we all make too much of the things and don’t take enough care with the people.
If keeping things means you have to have a big house, what’s really important? Looks or what’s really going on? Do you want the truth?
I once estimated I’ve moved 18 times. Several of those were local within the same city or town but still. Moving is something I actually know how to do pretty well.
Too bad folks didn’t let me manage this one but if nothing else, none of the stuff in this place is mine anymore.
