Where it led

Wow if today wasn't one of those days so much back and forth at work how do we maintain and be mature adults again? I haven't written--other than this one project I am working on which is not my novel (and for that side-project I only wrote for 15 minutes, yesterday) since last week. For a person like me accustomed as I am to feeling the muscles loosen--as my old pal Lara says--after I write, well. Trust me when I tell you a week was faaar to long and so I needed to jump on here and doooooownlooooad.

I am here, in my new digs! And very little is unpacked which, everyone continues to assure me, is just how it goes. I dont have a bed yet and am sleeping on a thin magnet pad on the floor. The first night sucked, but each night since I've slept like a dream and am finding my back less and less tight as result. Today I walked to work, then walked home at lunch to put soup on in the crockpot, the gorgeous blue sky singing heaven and the leaves rustling and whispering and cheering along. I love it here, I love my half-open barely emptied boxes strewn all over every possible inch of floor space, I love my walk-in closet with the ridiculous Diva poster of me and KRuss that I've finally had the nerve to hang, I love the 12 foot high windows and morning sun, I love the window I can open all the way and sit half way out to talk to the moon. I love walking to my office or for my coffee or to have dinner with a friend downtown.

I love my cable tv.

Last night I got off work and was actually at the college when I left, so was quite near the outlets. The moon was high and except for some thin lines of grey clouds that seemed to curve against the north sky its cozy lover or sweet soft naptime sheet, the night was clear. It was silent out, and cold. The kind of cold that gets under your clothes. I was doing paperwork which is my least favorite job of all and my eyes were burnt and tired from staring at the data screen under fake light all night. But I got out, in the air, under the sky, and I was so, so happy. I drove to the outlets very nearby and pretended like I was so full of wealth I could buy whatever I wanted and my heart sang at the pretty silk dresses and stiletto shoes. All I really could afford was a hot-chocolate and so I treated my self just before my drive home.

When I got here it was after 9 and I sorted through my books, the hardest of all I own with which to part. I laughed at mindless TV and was so, so happy and full with peace.

When I'm done my soup and this blog I'm gonna stroll down the block to the Night Cat and catch the show that's getting so much hype.

Can this really, really be my life?

Such simple steps. A long walk, simple steps with no sight beyond each footfall of what came next. Simple, but not all easy.

I am loving where it's led...