Plans have changed so fast that I'm getting whiplash. Moving, not moving. Mortgage or no mortgage. and other more personal crisis that I really can't get into.
I've driven my standard car into town for the first few times. Its very much terrifying but I'm getting used to it.
Been reading some writing books the last few days and working on a wee story in my mind. I'm hoping in produces fruit. There are some courses
One of the hardest things in all of this has been the distance. This person is my soul mate, the other half of my story. Not just a chapter.
Yet he is so far away. So our means of communication feel so few. They are wonderful when they're used and terrible when they fail. I am strangled, in those moments. I can be nothing. Not wife or partner. Not lover. Not ear. Not shoulder. Nothing.
So careful patience, thoughtfulness and a burgeoning mindfulness to emotional needs.
But the next day is different and the relationship built almost entirely upon patience and communication should be mighty.
I've got a story in the pipes about life.
What? Life?! How origional Kelsey! Do tell us more!
No! I'm to unsure of it right now, but I'm injecting it with some of the unhappiness in me right now.
No! I'm to unsure of it right now, but I'm injecting it with some of the unhappiness in me right now.
Unrelated. I've introduced my mother to Cavin and Hobbs and I can hear her laughing away in her bed room.
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