This is what I mean by not posting a picture every day. I actually didn’t take any photos today, of anything. Today was a very irregular regular day. I wrote a letter to the local town council today about garbage clean up around town, and in writing, I came to find that maybe I ‘do’ have the guts to become a Journalist.. and an activist at the same time. This pleases me.
I’m excited now about the possibilities, about moving to a new place, about packing and wrapping and unpacking and unwrapping. I love the organization of it all. I love that once we get to our destination that it will be ours, a house to ourselves with two bedrooms and two double beds. I won’t feel confined to either a living room with a loud TV while I’m trying to be creative, or a small bedroom where I have no choice but to sit on a 3×3 spot of carpeted floor or the bed. I love that I feel like I’m doing the right thing, after so many months of nagging regret that I threw away a ‘decent job’. This world needs me, connotation-ally.
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