Life goes on

The fact that life goes on is both a blessing and just a strange, strange, unfortunate thing. Several times last week I thought that surely I will be dead by morning — from physical and emotional exhaustion, from being cracked open and turned inside-out, from questioning everything that I knew about my life to be…

Waiting

Oh, how I hate to wait. Hate. It. And I am so bad at it. So very, very bad. My parents taught me that in life you don’t get everything you want, right when you want it, but I think it’s something I never learned. I. WANT. IT. NOW. As I am getting older I…

Sturmfrei

Sturmfrei (adj.) Origin: Germany Lit. “stormfree”; the freedom of not being watched by a parent or superior; being alone at a place and having the ability to do what you want   Well, it’s not my parents or “superiors” that watch me, but still, I will be without supervision next week and wow, I am…

Nightmare

Last night Sam had a nightmare. It’s been a while since he had one — maybe since the winter. For a while he was getting them regularly, thanks to whatever crazy developmental stuff was going on in his little head. But the past few months have been uneventful when it came to his sleep. It’s…

Packing

Considering that I travel quite a bit, I am really, really bad at packing. But really,  the problem starts way before I put my suitcase on my bed — a week or two, sometime even a month before a trip when I start to think about where I’m going, what I’m going to be doing, and…

Melancholy

It is fitting that October would start out this way. I was hoping for a rainy day because I had enough of the half-warm, half-cool, humid days of September. I wanted sweaters and jeans and shoes — but no socks until November. That’s a rule. I was always — and assume will always be —…