today is the last day i will sit out here on my balcony.
after today, packing and moving to the new place begins slowly.
and next week, i move offices, and then homes.
(yes, i know, im crazy. heh)
this sitting on the balcony is my last time im gonna do it
nearly six years in total, i have been here.
these have been the happiest and saddest times of my life
this home, when shared and when not.
this home, when open and when shut.
this home, where i started to become the person i wanted to be.
this home, where i became a mom.
this home, where i became me.
this home, where my friends come home and feel okay.
this home, where my heart is safe, even when the world spits it out.
this home, where my daughter awakes and says “mom. look, the sun says hello through our window”
…
a new beginning beckons.
Just crank up the music- not Leonard Cohen, but something reaaly poppy and kick-ass-ish, and enjoy the freedom you are about to have.
At the risk of sounding Dr Philish- you have lots of opportunities ahead. That was a dumb thing to say. Sorry. Anyway- as they say- you can’t go home again- it is just a space, without you.
Good luck with the moves… sounds hectic! Love the way you wrote this post
and I’m not stalking you, but:
You have a crapload on your plate, and if you need to take your mind off it, I ‘ve tagged you for a meme. It’s your fault- I read some of yours, and it got me thinking memishly.
Absolutely no pressure, but it is a very good one…
Hey Hey
Scott – nice to hear from you again and no youre not a stalker wahahaha.
Thanks for the tag – doing it now!
@Jenty – mwah mwah mwah. X