Friday, December 2, 2011

Listen To The Snow

It's been a couple of weeks.  I'm back in Michigan and the feeling I never left is starting to creep in.  It's been a struggle.  I miss my friends.  Miss the Sun.  Miss the beach, even though I rarely went to the beach.  Eleven years feels like they're being washed away by the blinding snow.  Six inches.  I had to buy a shovel.  And boots.  My poor car doesn't know what happened.

Writing?  Please.  I can't find all the boxes.  And when I find a box I can't find what should be in it.  We have a six month lease.  Why bother unpacking?  Why bother staying?

Because I'm not working as much.  But being paid as much.  My boy needs me, and is getting more of me than before.  That's why.

Sometimes things work out when they never did.  This makes me nervous.  This past year has been one for the records.  Maybe it's a turning point.  Could the future really be as bright?  I hope so.  We're barely a year away from the end of the Mayan calendar.  I'm hoping they just ran out of ink.


Travener said...

Yer profile still has you living in Florida. Certainly they have beaches in Michigan. Or do I mean beeches?

MC Howe said...

Frak, you're right. Perhaps I'm ever hopeful. I'll change it. I swear. And yes, they do have beaches in Michigan. I'm not sure about beeches.

erica m. chapman said...

Welcome back!!! Wait? You moved here? That means we're in the same state!! You came just in time for winter. I'm so sorry. But it hasn't been too bad so far... Safe travels to you and your family ;o)

Jeanne said...

Change is so hard.But you did if for all the right reasons, and those will become more apparent once you are settled and the snow melts. :) Perhaps this will inspire some snow themed writings. The Garba Gemon throws in with Sasquatch and together they terrorize the automobile capital of the northeast. While it is all new and frustrating, stop, and write it down. Save those feelings. Some character will need them later.