Friday night update: I’m adjusting to living someplace where the people are kind, life is slower, and I can stop to look at creeks–and the ocean, always the ocean. I spaced at a grocery store and a woman said something. I apologized and she answered:
Goodness, hon, everybody’s entitled to a moment of reflection.
May I never get too used to that, and always appreciate the kindness of strangers.
When my blog was down, pages vanished. They contained blogrings, Technorati and stuff. The only one I care about is Darfur as it’s worth caring about. Everything else–a blog is just a blog. I admit I used to find stats endlessly fascinating but I don’t anymore. I really don’t.
March 19–five years of war. If every American blogger stopped normal blogging for that day and wrote something about the war–just five years too many–we could begin a revolution
I forgot to say that the words come from Bone
As the tension leaves my body, I’m truly incapable of thought
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I’m trying to write fiction and am not capable of it now. So much is whirling through my mind, I’m numb.
There’s a major scandal in New York, and I feel detached from Mr. Holier Than Thou, and all New York news. I suppose that’s the true test or is it too early to tell? I feel sad that I can’t feel sad for him, but when one sets himself up as a morality policeman one should be better than.
It was the fourth item on the Horry County local news Monday night. Right after the Peeping Tom who is bothering two old ladies. I would move here, just to live in a county called Horry.
When I closed the apartment door, I didn’t look back. I thought I would stare at the apartment for at least a minute but I didn’t have the time or the want.
My screensaver is filled with pictures of my wall unit–the only thing I won’t be able to bring with me.
My apartment in New York is bare of most personal items. It’s a shell–but a very pretty one. Even my famed to some storage cage is set up so that everything can be easily moved. I give tours of the storage room; many New Yorkers dream of having a storage cage in their own building.
Now that my apartment is officially on the market, there’s nothing left for me to do, but wait.
I don’t quite feel free yet, but in limbo. I spent Monday compulsively reading the New York Times When the calls began to come in, as if I live somewhere I can’t get news, but can get phone calls, email, texts and IM’s, I already knew about the now former governor.
The knowledge that I can reinvent myself, be anybody I want to be who happens to look like me, is just beginning to sink in.
Last week I began a new life.
I really hope to be back in form by next week or the week after that. I’m not used to the slower pace. There’s a lot I’m not used to–calmness, cheaper prices, people who say hello to you, so much is different. I think I love it. I just don’t know if it was easier for me to be creative in a very distracting environment. And The New York Times isn’t loading. Maybe that’s a sign that I will have to begin reading local papers.
It seems most of us going through such a phase. May be March has that effect on us!
Don’t worry, you are gonna be back with a vengeance just as I am!
welcome… rebirth is the most precious gift you will probably ever give yourself… be kind.. allow yourself to enjoy it….
Thanks for the blogswarm link. I will look into it.
Good luck with the life change. I believe it will be a good one.
And WTF with our elected officials and sex scandals? Is this like many diseases, where it has always been this rampant but statistically it looks like it’s increasing just because it’s being reported so much more often?
If I made a move like yours….I do believe I’d be in shock for a month. I’m looking out at the shrinking snowbanks of March….they are still quite imposing.
I see my chickadees with their trademarked speedy trips to the feeder, grabbing one sunflower seed, then zipping back to a tree to quickly peck it apart. They do it the same way…..over and over again.
There’s comfort in familiarity. Wait for the comfort.
I’m glad you are settling in so well Pia. If you ever take a jaunt further down the coast, maybe we could meet someday in Florida.
Rose
xo
As the new and different creeps in, the words will flow out again.
the dahli lama says to give up expectations then there will be no disappointment.
I truly belive the the DH is celebant.
rel
I love reading about your forays into southern culture. I’m a long-time resident of the South, although I’m not southern. I too love the slower pace, the nicer manners-it’s a shock going to places like Boston, and hearing rudeness!
Of course, there’s the whole southern gothic genre you could explore. I see your writing taking off once you settle in.
Have fun reinventing yourself!
PS
I meant to tell you that when I saw the word “apartment” on Bone’s list I immediately thought of you!
Each place we spend a minute provides resource for later reflection and insight – at least, that’s what I think! And it’s okay to wait for change to make itself comfortable. Nice piece! thanks for the link to Blogswarm – I write often about the war and the admin…so I’m glad to see others are committed to this as well – it would be nice to change this world a bit!
You might be interested in this:
http://march19-blogswarm.blogspot.com/
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Bone’s words definitely reminded me of you Pia..slower pace takes getting used to, but once you have it, then you are hooked for life…good luck with everything, take it easy.
We all have times like these.
Just give yourself time. All will be well again.
You can find my entry here: The Fire
Have a great day!
When the calls began to come in, as if I live somewhere I can’t get news, but can get phone calls, email, texts and IM’s
See? You’ll never be truly cut off from your life there. That’s the great thing about living now: you almost have to WANT to lose touch to manage it anymore.
However, I wouldn’t necessarilly think they really believed you couldn’t get the news… that was just the excuse to call 😉
“Always go forward, never turn back.” – a famous saint I can’t remember his name.
Is there a place where people say hi to you? I thought that was something they did in the ‘olden days. Hmm, sounds refreshing.
Nice use of the words. I couldn’t even tell they were there, it was so naturally done.
You have to change your cue: “Come Down and see me sometime.”
Thank you for stopping by my site and reading my work! I feel you right now since leaving my NYC apartment for a house in the NOrth Western Bear country suburbs of NJ – has not been easy on me. I actually think that if I’m going to go I need to go further! However, with that said – starting over is priceless! The kind of stuff that makes our life rich and varied in experience and emotion. It will all come togther! Thanks for adding me to the BG, I actually think thats a smart rule! But I leave Sat. on a trip in which I might find computer access difficult – so please don’t discount my seriousness if I have trouble joining up for the next 2WED- I LOVE 3WW and all the amazing writers I have found through it! Have a wonderful day!
Sounds like change is happening but you’re not quite sure of it. But I’m sure you’ll manage.
Maybe you’ll find new inspirations at your new place.
I’d forgotten the name of the county–it used to be joked about a lot, hope you’re loving the Grand Strand, don’t forget to drive north a few miles occassional to keep your sanity
hi pia… glad to see you are writing… sometimes writing something is better than not writing at all.. enjoyed your post… especially the line ..the knowledge that i can reinvent myself… as a one-time gypsy traveler livin in short spurts of adventures 1 yr here, 6 months there… i can appreciate yr thoughts… oh, was that horry or horny… either way i laughed…