'i wonder what i'm choosing'
Aug. 30th, 2004 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutanturexcedrin isn't working in quite the way i'd hoped.
i'm a big mass of aches, and i don't think i even did that much moving.
on a plus side, i garnered a sympathy yak from a kid in a neighboring car while stuck in traffic on the Mass Pike.
and History's a saint. the longer i know this man, the more his goodness amazes me.
maybe if i put posters up, i won't wake up with my heart racing a gazillion times a night. my red glass star gave me a focus last night, so maybe more familiarity will make for better sleep.
but it doesn't _smell_ like a safe place yet.
but we're here, and it's like some sort of baptism, and it's ghost-free. and i want to buy all new things, towels and comforters and kitchen gadgets, but the process will have to be more slow, replacing things one by one. and maybe by that sort of organic change, it will be more me in the end.
there are other thoughts bustling around, trying to figure out how light and i are going to negotiate the changing of the appearance of the space, or our respective ideas of budgeting, or a third cat, all the little things that apparently make up relationships. trying to figure out how to draw people into the house, because i want it to be full of good things, and happy people.
so yeah, come to my house. in droves. bring cookies and boardgames and people you think i or light would like and play with my cats and watch me unpack boxes. we'll walk in the cemetery and i'll make you tea and you can admire my harry potter lego collection. fun will be had by all.
i'm a big mass of aches, and i don't think i even did that much moving.
on a plus side, i garnered a sympathy yak from a kid in a neighboring car while stuck in traffic on the Mass Pike.
and History's a saint. the longer i know this man, the more his goodness amazes me.
maybe if i put posters up, i won't wake up with my heart racing a gazillion times a night. my red glass star gave me a focus last night, so maybe more familiarity will make for better sleep.
but it doesn't _smell_ like a safe place yet.
but we're here, and it's like some sort of baptism, and it's ghost-free. and i want to buy all new things, towels and comforters and kitchen gadgets, but the process will have to be more slow, replacing things one by one. and maybe by that sort of organic change, it will be more me in the end.
there are other thoughts bustling around, trying to figure out how light and i are going to negotiate the changing of the appearance of the space, or our respective ideas of budgeting, or a third cat, all the little things that apparently make up relationships. trying to figure out how to draw people into the house, because i want it to be full of good things, and happy people.
so yeah, come to my house. in droves. bring cookies and boardgames and people you think i or light would like and play with my cats and watch me unpack boxes. we'll walk in the cemetery and i'll make you tea and you can admire my harry potter lego collection. fun will be had by all.
