Well, people, I think the time is upon me. As of this afternoon, I am officially budgeting to get the fuck out of Ohio. Everyone else has left or is leaving, even the newest of my friends is gearing up to leave. Now, it’s my turn.
But where, oh, where? Where should I go. I’ve been asking, and here are the suggestions I’ve had so far:
What do you all think? Where should a little fiction/poetry writer like me go? And what can I do once I get there (besides write)? I think I want a “little job” I want to cook or clean or just hang out for a living for a while. Right now, work has my brain running at a thousand miles per hour. I’ve been experiencing ehaustion again, and I need to heal a little. I’m dehydrated and I’m anxious, and every little thing sets me laughing, or crying, or raging. There is a city full of a thousand little me’s in my belly, and they are rioting with joy and anger and feeling.
I guess I can say that I’m definately numb no longer, so that’s a plus at least…