Life {Fell Apart, by Alistair Cockburn}

Every once in awhile you stumble across something on the internet that really just makes you stop and think. This poem struck a chord with me. Maybe it was because of the way that it was written that I really stopped to concentrate on what it had to say....

Life {Word of the Day}

I'm a word-nerd, I'll admit it. I definitely get those word-of-the-day emails and I just loved the quote that went with today's:

"Some things you can feel coming. You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. When you feel that need, you have to watch your step; like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus."
-- Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum

Life {In Boxes?}

A side effect of coming home for the summer for what is most likely the last time (Don't worry, I'll be back to visit) is that it's time for me to pack everything up, to rummage through the detritus of my childhood and decide what is worth keeping and what's not.

I'm a pack-rat, or at least a sentimental gal. I want to keep everything, despite the fact that some things just have to go. So now there are bags of clothing waiting to be donated, stacks of books waiting to be boxed up and shelved in the closet, and piles of clothing and art supplies finding new homes in my suitcases. And trashbags brimming with needless clutter, destined for the curb.

I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like I'm abandoning home sometimes, but I know that this is a necessary move. I can't be who I am meant to be if I don't leave, if I don't strike out into the world to find my own place. I just wish the process didn't hurt so much.