Today the silence is deafening. Although I knew that I was grocery shopping after dropping Liam off at school, I kept hugging him tightly. Not because of anything else other than I knew I'd miss him. It would only be three hours. Then on the way to the store I wished I had a friend that I could go for coffee with. But they have kids, or jobs, or both, and wish for silence.
I don't even feel like writing (my novel) because that is something else that keeps me cooped up. It's bad when after relying on books for 3 years I don't even feel like reading. I feel like I can't relate or care to relate to the characters. I look forward to picking Liam up and going to buy him a new little car and having Jay come home.
I would love to go to Argentina. Sit around with my aunts, tomar tetita they call it. Laugh, tell stories, go downtown and sit at a cafe leisurely for hours, watch the busy people walk by. Go to my favorite pizza place for my favorite mozzarella and beer. Drown in the love and utter joy only they can provide, like they did when I was a little girl.
Tomorrow will be another day, a better day.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment