Thirty-two days.
I reserved a U-Haul truck today. Saturday, I am moving into what will be my home for probably 18-months. The first place that is my own. Our own. I like the idea of making a home with another person. Especially a person whose heart is already my heart’s home.
Life is wonderfully strange and scary right now. Sometimes I bounce in my computer chair a little bit because I am excited. And sometimes I cry because something small will seem especially huge and scary. Not only am I a girl, but I am a “fragile” person, as I have been described. And sometimes it feels like I can be crushed by most anything – good or bad.
I remember a conversation with Funnel last winter where he was saying that men have the same amount of emotions as women but they don’t cry as much because their container is simply bigger and they can hold it all in. And that’s how I feel. I feel like too little of a container for all of these things I am feeling.
((But this is a very good place to be.))
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*Happy belated birthday, Jon.
September 27th, 2006 at 12:17 pm
hiiiiii i saw your coomment on weddingbee
i’m from columbus! hopefully we can get more ohio readers~
September 27th, 2006 at 4:25 pm
i wish my container were a bit bigger…actually. i dunno. i think sometimes depending on circumstances and where we’ve been in our lives, our containers can stretch a little.
It’s fun making a home with someone special.. aka Jamie. lol. my boston wife.