I have been reading a book about grieving, by a guy from the band Rush, where he loses his daughter in a car accident and then within a year loses his wife to cancer. So he just gets on his motorcycle and checks out for a year.
About a week ago, I was reading a friend’s blog, and it was about getting in the car and driving. In my estimation, it was also about the need to escape. It reminded me of a time in my life, several years ago, where I felt that way, too, and I posted on her Facebook wall my theme song for that time, Counting Crow’s Holiday in Spain.
Listening to that music, combined with reading this book, has me feeling the wanderlust a bit. There’s something about that idea of just getting away from it all, escaping. The timing of that really sucks, since I’ve decided to buy a house in Denver (little update: I’m under contract with the sellers, but it being a short sale, we’re still waiting to hear from the bank. I have no idea how long that can take.).
But this week I’m reminded of why I thought it was a good idea to go ahead and make a permanent housing decision in Denver. My folks went to visit my brother, and my sister that I live with went to visit my sister that lives in London. I’ve had a couple of times in the last year and a half where I’ve been totally on my own like that here and I implode. This time has certainly been an improvement, and I also have friends that are calling to check in on me and have made plans for later in the week just to make sure I’m ok. But I still am recognizing that I need my fam, I do better when they’re around, so I think Denver is the place for me.
|Arthur and I tried to get in Ellie's suitcase to go to London, too. Didn't quite work.|
Plus, if I went somewhere else, I wouldn’t get to shovel snow (I’m not kidding, I actually love to shovel snow) and yesterday I shoveled my front sidewalk and then went to a friends house and shoveled their sidewalk and whole driveway and I’m not even sore! Yay!