False hope makes me pack
so many useless things: workout clothes, hiking shoes, dresses in case we go
out, a book I’ve been trying to read for five months or so, yoga DVDs, a
documentary about the New York Public Library, plans to spend time with
friends, an appetite for Hoffman’s coconut chocolate chip ice cream, a desire
to feel something other than dread and defeat around a place that is supposed
to be home.
Your list...even in this hopeless fucking mess, you are such a melange of amazing things, my dear. I feel wonder that Kathleen, who astonishes me, rose up out of this homeless home. (Hugs)
ReplyDeleteYou are magnificent, IB.
ReplyDeleteYes all that and I hope you have some ice cream.
ReplyDeleteOh yes. And like Bridgett, I hope there is always time for coconut chocolate chip ice-cream.
ReplyDeleteAnd you know what? Don't beat yourself up that the house is supposed to be home, but it doesn't feel that way. I didn't feel that way about my parents' houses pretty much from the moment I began university. Hugs.
I'm beginning to see that useless can be a relative term.
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