spent the morning cleaning and unpacking.. it's the same apartment i was in all last year, but it still doesnt really have that "home" feeling/touch/smell/taste.. i was in vegas for the last 2 months and it was still hard to fall asleep in that bed, and in that room 'cause it didn't exactly feel like home.. half my heart resides in el salvador, but that's not exactly home either..
i think there are stages in life where you just live places, but are, in fact, homeless..
this morning i finished a most momentous book.. in it Brod explained that there were more than 600 kinds of sadness.. 600 sadnesses, if you will.. one of them, "the sadness of finishing a book".. so true
BUT i started and new book and its amazing, i started a new job and it seems fun, i got some new music and it's very gooooood. new things have a happiness all their own...
1 comment:
what book? I love reading about your life and sleeping on your couch. I wish only "home-runs" and happiness for you!
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