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albionidahoMy house is quiet. The sun is rising over the hills, illuminating the neighbor's houses in a rich morning glow.
Idaho really is beautiful, if you're used to it.
Have I mentioned how suburbia makes me itchy?
Avadore and Fox are still asleep and I think Rice is downstairs checking his e-mail or whatever it is he does now downstairs before he goes to work.
If I were at Clarion West I'd be getting ready for the day before doing my final crit of manuscripts for today's class. Soon I'd be downstairs for breakfast, still critting, and Kristin would arrive soon to eat her own breakfast. We'd have a great conversation, and eventually others would arrive: Shane to eat his morning donut, Caren for her coffee,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pamrentzfor her tea, chris_reynaga for his tea, composition book and crits in hand. At this point I knew I had about 1/2 an hour left before class.
I'm feeling uncomfortably numb, and I think it's because if I let myself feel I'll crumble again.
I have never been this raw and fragile for this long. I am excited to move forward, I am excited to take on this new adventure, but somehow, when I look out my front window, it seems as if it were all a flash from another time, another me, and this is all there is.
Idaho really is beautiful, if you're used to it.
Have I mentioned how suburbia makes me itchy?
Avadore and Fox are still asleep and I think Rice is downstairs checking his e-mail or whatever it is he does now downstairs before he goes to work.
If I were at Clarion West I'd be getting ready for the day before doing my final crit of manuscripts for today's class. Soon I'd be downstairs for breakfast, still critting, and Kristin would arrive soon to eat her own breakfast. We'd have a great conversation, and eventually others would arrive: Shane to eat his morning donut, Caren for her coffee,
pamrentzfor her tea, chris_reynaga for his tea, composition book and crits in hand. At this point I knew I had about 1/2 an hour left before class. I'm feeling uncomfortably numb, and I think it's because if I let myself feel I'll crumble again.
I have never been this raw and fragile for this long. I am excited to move forward, I am excited to take on this new adventure, but somehow, when I look out my front window, it seems as if it were all a flash from another time, another me, and this is all there is.
