living alone is a really lovely, but drinking wine, alone, in your apartment takes a lot of courage. But so does making that statement. Now, you paint a picture of a crazy cat lady sitting lone in her flannel pj’s getting drunk and picking at her dead ends, let me just say: i don’t have a cat, and they’re not flannel.
I’ve been in my new little apartment since July and it’s had its ups and downs. I’ve felt a lot of independence in really surprising ways. I really like the idea of being gone an entire weekend and be able to come home whenever I want, knowing that everything is exactly how i left it. Very strange. And exhilirating.
Consequently, I have been traveling a great deal! Not off to Costa Rica or anything, but just around the Midwest. I have this lovely advantage of having family and friends all over the place–in the midwest. Some could see that as a minor, landlocking, setback to true exploration…and I must admit, there was a time when I believed that to be true. However, I’m learning as each season comes around once again, that there are some definite perks to this beautiful area. Cheeeeese.
Went home last weekend. Super fun. Got on the combine for the first time in 5 yrs. Something I never thought I would voluntarily do. When I had to help my dad farm in high school, and junior high, and grade school, I wanted to kill myself. Literally. I would eventually just sit in the truck and nap and listen to classic rock on the radio (because that was the ONLY station besides country that I could get in) and watch the clock. But, I thank that for my awesome affection for monster ballads. I really enjoyed myself. Genuinely. Just spacing out and listening to the corn come in…I thought back of how many years I’ve done that in the past. It was a nice, familiar feeling..looking down at the dark red, dusty carpet in the combine cab….No radio. Nope, not that high tech. Just the sound of the corn.
