I'm walking around in circles, alternating between packing and looking around at everything and going, holy shit, I'm packing. and in between those are moments of tearing my glasses off of my face and crying when grace cathedral hill comes through the speakers, and things of that persuasion.
I'm bewildered and belabored, bespectacled and beguiled. I think I have too much, but there's nothing more to be thrown away just yet. and then there's the rickshaw ride, which I'll talk about more later on tonight.
maybe now is time for the reminder that moving is on the top five biggest stresses ever list? along with weddings and the fear of dying. it doesn't seem like it would be that bad, but then here I am, in my wanderings, bumping into walls and turning up the volume to drown out feeling lost.
and yet I've never felt so found...
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