So this is my first blog. Inspired by my friend justsarah. I guess I'm hoping it will be a good outlet while I'm at work during the many down times. A place to quietly bare my heart? What is out there?
it's such a quiet day... We had our first snow this season. What a wonderful night! Sitting in a lonesome cafe with good company watching the fat flakes fall, absorbing all the cold seeping in through the huge window. i hope i continue to have these fulfilling experiences... It's been a lonesome period since the end of college. I've lost that community of like minded people gathering at anytime, anyday to sit and bloviate over a cup of coffee in the recesses of a dark cafe. I miss being in a city, the suburbs are pointless, soul-sucking, dull. A lobotomy on the landscape.
I couldn't get to sleep last night, so many little things kept waking me up. i don't think my mom could sleep either. her door kept opening. it was this constant disruption of my state, I can't capture it. A limbo, between sleep and awake, even such small mouse noises would take me out of it. It seemed the same in the early morning. I couldn't break my awareness of the repetitve scraping next door, my neighbor shoveling the drive. part of me wanted to rise and look, but my body, my psyche are so heavy in the morning, i lack even the motivation to drink water to relieve my parched throat.
I have such a short shift today, just three hours after the delayed opening due to "potentially icy conditions". There was a fine layer of ice over the snow, nice and crunchy. kind of reminds me of peanut brittle. i enjoyed clearing it off the car, cracking the ice cover like amelie does with her creme brule(?)
I'm excited, this is something totally new to me. I've been on a few blogs, stuff that came up when I did google searches. I found a lot of yarn blogs when I searched for something pretty to pass the time
3 comments:
Sarah, your metaphors are sublime, almost more real than the "reality" that they are depicting.
Umm, FYI0your blog does not allow anonymous comments, apparently....
I love "a lobotomy on the landscape"...but why do you live here if you hate it so much? Is there nothing good about the suburbs? I like that I don't have to worry about my safety, as much.
Anyways, welcome to the world of blogging!
I know that my language was harsh. I don't totally hate the suburbs, but I hate the mindset and problems that come with suburbs, like overdevelopment, stripping land, clearing trees, a lack of variety... I really like the neighborhood my parents live in and I do enjoy the safety, although sometimes that bubble seems very thin. We have a closed community which keeps out a lot of traffic, but recently there was a string of car thefts and break-ins. I have some fear left over from Lafayette as well, the city was one cohesive organism, there was no such thing as seclusion or "closed community". I have learned that it is possible to have intense contrasting feelings about one thing. There is a peacefulness to the burbs, but most of the things I really love are absent, in that sense I resent them.
I'll see if I can do anything about the restrictive access...
Well, when we don't love our situations then it is easy to complain... I guess for myself until I can find a better solution, I really can't fault the people in the burbs who have settled. It takes a lot of imagination and effort to make alternatives work (and money often) in a way that is truly feasible. It's nice and all to get off the grid, but if I can't do my job that i feel that I'm supposed to do...or live in the community that I feel I should be in, hard decisions have to be made. Right now the nest is too fluffy. I know it is a cop-out.
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