Some of them are written down on various receipts and scraps of paper. At first I thought it would be good to write them all down, you know, like some innovative card-catalogue for my thoughts and milestones, but really, A-I can't find them as of now, and B-probably they wouldn't be so refferential to anything that exciting anyway.
I remember San Francisco with my mother. I remember my roof in high school on weeknights. I remember cold lousy Bushwick mornings, schlepping through the neighborhood half drunk still, alone and with that beagle, waiting for him to pee, only for him to pee blood despite himself and everything we tried. I remember feeling not like myself. I remember David Cross and how tiny he actually is.
Moving was definitely the best thing I could have done. Things are slow to get off the ground here, but they are actually moving, and I feel glad to help them. The Giraffe and I have moved into a beautiful house--a house!--with a yard and more space than we will ever need. We live on the same property as a house full of wonderful friends who are always close at hand, and growing a beautiful garden, and making amazing plans. And we don't know how the money will pan out, but for some reason I don't feel so afraid. Because this is just kind of nice. This is just kind of really nice. The right thing. When something feels like the right thing you just make it work.
Moving, though, kept us off the map for almost a month, bouncing around with family and my mother and "staycations" and selfishly rewarding trips. So now I'm back. On the map. We've lived here for almost a month, and still I am catching up, and still I am remembering how long it takes to move. So long. Plus, once you have a lot of space, you realize you have crap to put in it, but it all lives in piles. We need more recepticles. I need more recepticles.
Growing up feels pretty ok at the moment. I went to the gas station to buy wine the other day and when the checker asked for my id, she looked at it, and said "you no look old. You look 18." Getting older, I imagine we all come up with idiotic responses to comments like that, and mine, seamlessly, in that moment was "Oh man, I'm deffinitely not 18. Sad. I WISH I was 18." And without missing a beat she looks at me stone-faced and says "no you don't . Young is bad. Old much better. Know more stuff. Never want to be young."
And yeah, she's actually pretty right. I don't really want to be 18 again. But then, I never thought I would want to be 25 either, and yet being it now, you know, it kind of feels relieving to be one small step further into being a functioning person on the planet. As long as we have the planet. But thats another story... So, age? If 40 is the new 30, we're all set. This time right now can still be baby time, and we can relieve ourselves from the pressure of having all the answers. I find that people our age who have all the answers are insufferable to talk to.
What's the hurry in trying to know everything? It must be boring if you know everything right now. It must be hard to find people who know as much as you. How lonely. And the thing that I didn't say before is that we shouldn't. We shouldn't know everything. We just shouldn't let ourselves feel so lonely. Besides, in the coming years we will need each other more than ever, and how nice would it be to feel like we have a community of people to reach out to. A community of people to build a real community with. Grow some vegetables. Shear some wool. Because we're going to have to. So not knowing much now is actually kind of relieving.
And speaking of not knowing much, I know I just want to just curl up with the Giraffe and our new Muppet, most valuable, who doesn't know anything, but tries only to figure out who's leaving, and who's staying. And I can't talk about him, this muppet, because I don't have pictures yet. But he's coming. Oh, yes, he's coming. He's mellow, so you might not take notice at first, but he is definitely coming.
I like that life can be filled with things you love if you allow yourself to see it that way. And I'm not trying to say anything there. I'm simply saying. With such a short time, let's give ourselves the gift of happiness and discovery. Let's not go wrapping ourselves up in tie-die and burning our bras, but let's have discovery.
I'm certainly having some.
Goodnight, world, and all the things in it. Goodnight moon, though I never felt attatched to that book.
Mama
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