I know, I know. In part you are thinking I've forgotten about you. And in all honesty, in part, I have. I don't mean to, really. You know, the old trick, the second we step on a plane: out of sight out of mind. But I can promise, that was not the case one little bit. I thought of you and I thought, and I even visited you once. Have I lost your attention completely? I truly hope that is not the case, because I didn't mean for it to happen this way.
Last week I wrote to you, let my voice be heard. But this week, well this week, life has just gotten in the way. I kid you not. Who knew unemployment could make you into one hot mess of activities. Wait. What did she just say? Does that even...? Nah. Never mind.
To take a plane back to the place you grew up from the place you formerly lived may just be the thing that tries to kill someone and bring them down. But not me. I walk off, tired, exhausted really, still full of tacos, ready to make some moves. And moves I did make. It's looking up from here, it really is. Like you, my fair-weathered reader couldn't imagine. I know what you are thinking, "if i am a fair weathered reader, then she in turn is a fair weather writer." Okay, fine, you win. But I promise to change that, once the crazy dies down.
Just a girl, with a busy week still in progress, trying to find the "me" time, while thinking of you.
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