Home again
The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past. — William Faulkner
After a whirlwind trip to Iowa to visit my family, I’m safely back home, ensconced in my own basement office with a cup of coffee and a load of unsettled memories that are going to take me a while to process.
Maybe someday I’ll be able to talk about it.
August 7th, 2008 at 7:30 pm
I’ve been having some of the same problems — I think — unpacking papers and memorabilia that go back to adolescence. Why do I keep this stuff?
August 8th, 2008 at 9:21 am
Welcome home.
August 8th, 2008 at 8:16 pm
I was speaking metaphorically, but I like your idea of considering it as physical baggage. Why have I kept this stuff? It’s time to find a way to let it go.
August 8th, 2008 at 8:16 pm
Thanks, Poet. It’s good to be back.
August 9th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
I’m glad you made it back all right. We missed you here in WA!
I hate visiting my family more then anything. Well my extended family I love visiting, but yeah. Sorry it brought up stuff. *hugs*