Missing

Now that I am moving I am going to miss certain things here, which brings me to how I miss my loves.

Loves can be right next to you and you can still miss them, like in the case of my mum while going through her Alziehmiers. Of course, loves are carried with in the heart and for no reason that Ive been able to identify, I start yearning for their pressence out of the blue. Which is happening to me over the last few days. Spoze its the moving, the coming to an end of a part of my life in C-Town.

Sometimes their photo is enough to ease the yearning. Not that I have photos of all of them.

Think the moon is full or something.

This next 7 days is going to be ruggerd. Cabargo all weekend singing and playing the social butterfly. being totally overstimulated. Please God, let me sleep silently in my bed and not walking around in the raw screaming in front of 5 frightened women. (not sure how I agreed to the dorm sleeping) Monday a job interview. Wednesday settlement day on the appartment and cleaning and shifting after that. Talk about excitement. By Saturday week I will probably be curled in a ball under the doona for the weekend recovering.

love you moo.