Sea Legs Leaving
I have been struck by a realization.
There is somewhere else I'd rather be.
While my Nana was living with us, I didn't necessarily want to be home where I would be hovered over, monitored and where I would monitor and observe and care. I love my Nana. But it was hard. Now it feels like I've been on a rocking boat, trying to get my balance, when suddenly I was launched onto land.
I keep looking for the unsteadiness. I'm used to having sea legs. But I'm adjusting.
In the process I'm picking up my camera again. I want to take pictures again and make things again.
Parts of who I was is coming back to me, but only parts.
I'm a 20 year old figuring herself out. Normal again. The normal me on a day like today would spend time working on the newspaper at school, sculpting in the ceramics studio, getting stuck, laughing with friends and enjoying the scenery from the ride to school and back.
|she hulas to everything, no matter the genre on the radio, and i envy her|