my per­sonal shuttle

--August 28th, 2009--
apple trees

More tomor­row, per­haps, but just to say how ODD it is to have spent today on one side of the Atlantic, beach­comb­ing in mag­i­cal Rock, Corn­wall, with one of my clos­est friends, and to have spend LAST Fri­day in the exact same way, on quite the OTHER side of the Atlantic with ANOTHER of my clos­est friends. What kind of life is that? A very lucky one, for starters. A cou­ple of pho­tographs to set the scene, then I must to sleep, as only two days ago I had just returned from Amer­ica and I am still feel­ing over­whelmed… can’t seem to remem­ber what beloved peo­ple are where, what bed I’m meant to wake up in (and I don’t intend that in the very excit­ing way it sounds!). I keep find­ing myself strug­gling to remem­ber who I left where, what con­ver­sa­tion I had with whom, and we didn’t even do any drugs! It’s just life that’s leav­ing me shat­tered. But in a good way, and I’ll be back in the sad­dle, no doubt, by tomor­row after­noon, espe­cially since Avery just called, in a most grownup way, to ask how our drive was! Leav­ing her in Corn­wall… a wrench. But she’s with Annie, so all is right with the world. My world at least. Have a lovely Bank Hol­i­day week­end, everyone.

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