We got a dusting of snow last night in the city, where I had a co-op board meeting. I'm meeting with a Realtor today to discuss my options for selling my apartment. I'm terrified!
(I mean that in the general life sense, not in the immediate situational sense.)
Last night I had the most wonderful, peaceful time lying on my bed and thumbing through all my favorite songs on my iPod. Joni Mitchell, The Moody Blues, Angels and Airwaves. I thought about how life is motion, but at the same time I have to protect myself, my identity. Am I giving up too much? Am I moving forward or backward?
How can I bring my life together with Dave's? How can I do more to maintain myself, my interests, my preferences, while respecting and appreciating his? Will I ever have a career again? What could it possibly be?
There's a can of pepper in my kitchen cabinet that I bought in 1994 at Kash N' Karry, a now defunct (at least by that name) grocery store chain in Florida. On the back it says, "TIP: Combine with sugar and sprinkle over fresh strawberries or other fresh fruit -- tempting and delectable."
That just seems sad to me.
(Photo: RD, who aspires to tag every fire hydrant in Manhattan.)