Now I live in a tree house. It is not built in one single tree, merely among them. When I look out the windows, I am amongst treetops.
As I left my house yesterday, there was a wild turkey crossing the road. This morning, a row of pheasants was parading down the sidewalk.
And it still only takes ten minutes to drive to work.
I was actually eager to get home tonight. Not just because I was severely hypoglycemic to the point where the road was blurring, although that helped (ffoooood), but because I wanted to be here, in the quiet open spaciousness of my living room, snuggled in a blanket, listening to the quiet. It felt like coming home, not just escaping the rest of the world.
I also am surrounded by unpacked boxes, and I should be at work right now.
Sleeeeeep. I can't remember what a whole night of sleep feels like.
As I left my house yesterday, there was a wild turkey crossing the road. This morning, a row of pheasants was parading down the sidewalk.
And it still only takes ten minutes to drive to work.
I was actually eager to get home tonight. Not just because I was severely hypoglycemic to the point where the road was blurring, although that helped (ffoooood), but because I wanted to be here, in the quiet open spaciousness of my living room, snuggled in a blanket, listening to the quiet. It felt like coming home, not just escaping the rest of the world.
I also am surrounded by unpacked boxes, and I should be at work right now.
Sleeeeeep. I can't remember what a whole night of sleep feels like.
No comments:
Post a Comment