Outta Here...
So "The Great Exodus" from Saskatoon occurred on Sunday and between my studio junk and my suite we had the cube van packed to the gills. Good thing Dad is an engineer and is adept at spacial reasoning - he packed that truck like he was playing Tetris.
So was it New Order or Joy Division who sang "Isolation?" Methinks it is the later, I've been humming it all day as I've been thinking of all my friends, and my brother, far away in Saskatoon. That is one part of moving cities that I really don't like - leaving fantastic relationships behind. I certainly won't miss the ungrated roads in the winter though - I got out just in time.
It is really good that I moved when I did though. I had toxic black mold in my suite and have been sick for months. Now I'm recovering, putzing around setting up my stuff, dealing with life after being institutionalized in school, and winding down. It is so good to hang out with family, I didn't realize how much I missed them until I came back.
Moving is a kind of soft trauma isn't it? All one's earthly possessions packed tightly in boxes and bags serve as a reminder of one's transience and mortality. Being "settled" is a fallacy and "movement" is a constant.
I've only been gone a few days and I'm already feeling the sting of missing my friends.
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Well the stairs sound so lonesome w/o you and I ain't made my bed in a week. Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing and I'm too choked up inside to speak. Darling, I know your degree completion pulled us apart, we never spoke a word heart to heart.
I am glad that you're gone but I wish to the Lord you'd come home...
Blue skies right over my head... give me another reason to get out of bed. I said, blue skies shine in my face give me 'nother guy to take Jordan's place.
So who will hang out with me and let me get them milkshakes in the wee hours of the night? I guess it is good, for one reason, that I'm not there. The chances of a belt notch increase, for you, is significantly reduced.
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