I escaped today… escaped my house, escaped the pending move, escaped reality.
The movers have been and gone… at least I’m assuming they’ve gone. They were getting ready to load the motorbikes when I left. Call me a coward, but I just couldn’t watch my brother’s belongings leave my house. We’ve lived together for almost 8 years, and even though I’m very excited for him…I’m filled with terrification for me. (and yes that is a word… I made it up years ago)
My to do list gets longer every time I look at it. It seems that expression ‘out with the old in with the new’ is missing several in-between steps.
Today though, I’m escaping it all and writing. We just won’t tell my hoboing mind that writing is also on my to do list.