Moving soon to another part of the city, needing to pack early with the life rush, crush of everything I want to do and everything that’s asked of me, I first take down the walls. Tea tins and tchotchkes, wrapped in ragged tee shirts I can’t bring myself to throw away.
If I kept it before Canada, it must be keeping me.
Gutting the closet of old Cons and costumes, ice skates and skeletons, books about being a better writer producing works, plays about being a better failure, I feel great. Moving is a drag but a grand reimagining. When I look back on where I’m at now, it’ll be fond well fond enough, I guess, but I am glad to leave.
Bree
March 13, 2011 at 1:58 amSo much of that is so familiar, and so…megh.
megh
March 13, 2011 at 6:33 pmI do my best almost always.
😀
fake
March 23, 2011 at 7:44 pmThat candle begs for multiplication. Hope you had a great move.
megh
March 24, 2011 at 9:05 amThat candle is king! The move has yet to happen. Next Wednesday, game on.