Wednesday, May 18, 2011

a penny for my thoughts, no i'll sell them for a dollar

One of those days where you really don't want to get up and do what you have to do. I roll out of bed, gazing at my piles of clothes, books, shoes, and school supplies... all packed and ready to go. When I stand up, I feel a little lightheaded, just a product of this sickness that hit me a couple days ago. But I get dressed and ready for the day anyway. I finish packing up the last things in my bedroom, and start the trek in and out, putting things neatly into my car. Walking out into the sunshine with a pile of pillows in my arms, I can't help but think of the plans I originally had for this beautiful Thursday. I have an inkling to go back inside, because I forgot to get my keys, but then I feel prompted to stay. And coming down the stairs across the parking lot, I see someone I've been wanting to talk to. How perfect, I think, that I decided to stay outside for one more moment. So he stops, and we talk, and I can't help feeling better, but at the same time apprehensive. Because of course, we have to say good-bye. When we finally do, I stand there, balancing the pillows on my hip, watching him walk away. And then I smile, traipse back inside, and send a text message to take care of one last thing.

p.s. i still haven't finished unpacking.


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