big doings.
middle school graduation.
most of us there.
we two, here.
time we needed, and things are accelerating.
the summer has begun,
the schedule is set
and involves many girls
with much free time.
(or, different but harder; scheduled time requiring much transportation.)
this all falls to tim.
i will be at work.
necessary.
and surely, an escape in a way.
but as it gets easier to be away during the day,
it becomes harder to come home.
oh-of course!-i love to come home. long to come home.
miss home, miss kisses and touch and the details i've built
my life around for years.
but i get used to being my own self, working competently among adults.
only rarely (hee!) does someone have a tantrum, an outburst.
only rarely (yuck.) is someone rude.
mostly, it's lovely. it's funny and fun and i work with people
i both feel as though,
and wish i had,
known for years.
but home.
home is messy.
a mess.
it's really surprising to me to be this conflicted
about the least predictable aspect of leaving home.
the maybe enjoying it. a little bit.
more soon.
just thinking out loud.
(which may define this whole thing, here.)
xo,
tt
