2002-12-04
12:42 p.m.
there's more than gravity pushing on me
I'm pretty sure I should be home right now. ten days, that's not so bad, right? In ten days I'll be sitting on my big sister's lap, and patting my bigger sister's tummy, and nova scotia will cease to exist for 22 days. biscuit sister is thumbing through her finished thesis when I call. bigger sister is flipping through books of names. soon I'll sit in the kitchen that defines kitchenness in my head and wonder again how we came to this place. the kettle will boil at least twice an hour, the fire will burn for three weeks straight. home home home. and as much as it means, as much as those people are home to me, I'm planning where to disappear to next. I can't stay here, as much as I love it. my job has to be discovering everything about this country so I can write insightful things about it later in life. apparently, the mustang was totalled on the way to the airport. it's tragic. I shared a lot with that car. I know the heart's a muscle too
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