I walked in tonight to our apartment and Katie shouted, “You’re alive!” I’ve been house sitting for Sue and we have hardly seen each other for nearly a week. I feel like I have been juggling several brightly colored balls lately and I can barely keep up with them. The QUIP project is looming over my head and I feel overwhelmed by it. In that same time, I need to get my taxes done and turned in. And all of this is hard when I’m not even home but living out of a suitcase at one house or another. The extra money to pay bills is nice but it gets tiring. I now have a home of my own and house sitting is no longer the escape it once was. I feel like hiding away somewhere like in the hotel I saw today and not telling anyone where I am. No phone, no Internet, no demands on my time, just me and a fresh writing tablet. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? I will go to sleep tonight dreaming of that couch and the view.
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