So tired, yet so unable to sleep right now. My mind drifts to thoughts yet to be tied and neatly put in their places. Maybe if I tie them/place them I can write them off - at least for the time being - and then worry about making changes later if I decide that's needed. In any case where the flip is all this anxiety coming from? I can't think of a single thought in my thought pool, (though a messy bunch right now - granted) worthy of keeping me up at night... but maybe that's just it. Maybe it's just a general "off" feeling I'm experiencing.
Ok time to tie that one up. God, whaddya say You and me spend some time on this one...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Welcome to Sunbury
My first thought as I rolled into town this past Friday was... "Really? Am I ready for this... again?" Fortunately I did not have to pressure myself with an answer to that question because whether I was ready or not - here I was.
Driving down Market Street (you could imagine this to be the "hot spot" of the city) I saw the traditional characters I've grown to know over the years. I'll explain more about them in blogs to come. I laughed out loud remembering stories these characters cameo-ed in my past years here. Who needs cable tv with this bunch roaming the streets? (Really. Cousins should not procreate.)
The minute I waltz into the little Italian restaurant I used to give 50+ hours to weekly they asked if I needed a job. I do though I have yet to accept. It's as though keeping myself jobless allows me the indulgence of pretending I'm not really staying. As my thoughts trail north and to the life I recently left I have to pull myself back to reality and ask... Really, is it all that bad living in a small town?
As I ponder this question in blogs to come I encourage you all (all 2 of you who might check this blog every 5 or 6 months) to remember where you grew up... the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feeling you got when you discovered your town had an ice cream shop, or the things that you used to look forward to before you found the big world outside your home-base-neighborhood. Is it possible for life to be that simple and simply wonderful once more?
Driving down Market Street (you could imagine this to be the "hot spot" of the city) I saw the traditional characters I've grown to know over the years. I'll explain more about them in blogs to come. I laughed out loud remembering stories these characters cameo-ed in my past years here. Who needs cable tv with this bunch roaming the streets? (Really. Cousins should not procreate.)
The minute I waltz into the little Italian restaurant I used to give 50+ hours to weekly they asked if I needed a job. I do though I have yet to accept. It's as though keeping myself jobless allows me the indulgence of pretending I'm not really staying. As my thoughts trail north and to the life I recently left I have to pull myself back to reality and ask... Really, is it all that bad living in a small town?
As I ponder this question in blogs to come I encourage you all (all 2 of you who might check this blog every 5 or 6 months) to remember where you grew up... the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feeling you got when you discovered your town had an ice cream shop, or the things that you used to look forward to before you found the big world outside your home-base-neighborhood. Is it possible for life to be that simple and simply wonderful once more?
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