Saturday, July 26, 2008

Can I go home now?

One is seemingly lost forever and it's devastating. Another asks questions from a friend. One that I had been asking about makes First Contact. Another is also lost, and strangely enough, I don't care. I don't know where I should be, or what I should do there even if I did know. I don't know what I'm doing here, either. And I can't help but ask myself, does it really matter where or what? As long as I do it? I need to go to bed and stop thinking.

I've been up in Brookings, SD, for those who don't know. Brookings is pretty nice, but I don't seem to know anyone up here, and it makes for lonely. Weeks upon weeks, seeing no one but co-workers, most of whom are certainly likeable enough, but they aren't my sisters or my brothers, except maybe one that I would rather wasn't quite. I love this job for now, probably for years, but I can't do it forever, and I can't help but think...but what else is there? Where did all the options go? I swear there were more last time I counted.

You should give me a call in the evening if you've got the time, because I'll betcha I do!


Friday, July 25, 2008

The Secret Garden

I've found it. It's in McCrory Prairie Gardens in Brookings. It isn't the Prairie Gardens themselves, which are stunningly beautiful, but it's within the Prairie Gardens. I've found my happy spot for while I am up here. Which I really really really really needed. I could use some happy.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

it's going to be okay

First: I love and miss you all so very very much, that you don't really even know...well, I suppose you maybe do, because I imagine you've all probably loved and missed people a lot before too.
Second: I don't know, I thought I had a second. The first is really all that matters right now. Because it really is going to be okay. No, reverse that. It's really all going to be okay, because of the first. So the second doesn't matter anymore. Something like that.