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Surreal normality
Sep. 13th, 2001 05:07 pmIt's struck me, sure. It's hit me as I sat in my cubicle yesterday, trying, somehow, to dredge up the words to explain this whole mess to from one perspective or another. I put my pentacle back on on Tuesday, and wished for a cross to pair it with. I called my parents as soon as I knew, and I still, still want a hug.
I don't know if my flight to Atlanta next week is still good, and I haven't heard much from my aunt and uncle, but that's the extent of the direct impact on my life. I'd donate blood, but I can't.
And so everything's the same. I'm still struggling to get my things moved into the house, running over yesterday after work for the walk through, and showing up breathless this morning for the phone installation. I eyed a cute guy on the bus Tuesday afternoon, the one who looked a little like Nick Lea from the side.
I feel a little isolated, but I felt that before Tuesday - it's the move. I don't feel isolated at all online, not with the overwhelming caring I'm seeing poured out over email. (I've stopped reading it at work though, there's this little thing called work.)
And at the bottom of it all, I'm basically a happy person. I'll mourn for those who were lost, and I'm praying that justice is done to the perpetrators, but I'll watch the beautiful, perfect line of wake in the water from a passing sculler, and I'll crave a thick roast beef sandwich from Pete's, and I'll think about a milkshake from Daly's when I'm sweating over my boxes and my books, and I'll smile. I've had one more day on this earth, and I've lived it.
I don't know if my flight to Atlanta next week is still good, and I haven't heard much from my aunt and uncle, but that's the extent of the direct impact on my life. I'd donate blood, but I can't.
And so everything's the same. I'm still struggling to get my things moved into the house, running over yesterday after work for the walk through, and showing up breathless this morning for the phone installation. I eyed a cute guy on the bus Tuesday afternoon, the one who looked a little like Nick Lea from the side.
I feel a little isolated, but I felt that before Tuesday - it's the move. I don't feel isolated at all online, not with the overwhelming caring I'm seeing poured out over email. (I've stopped reading it at work though, there's this little thing called work.)
And at the bottom of it all, I'm basically a happy person. I'll mourn for those who were lost, and I'm praying that justice is done to the perpetrators, but I'll watch the beautiful, perfect line of wake in the water from a passing sculler, and I'll crave a thick roast beef sandwich from Pete's, and I'll think about a milkshake from Daly's when I'm sweating over my boxes and my books, and I'll smile. I've had one more day on this earth, and I've lived it.
