Had I known sooner just how much I would come to miss my room, my pillow, that rusty hand painted photo frame, my clunky old computer, never dissolving pile of laundry on my bed, arrested sunlight behind the spectral curtain, unsung ricocheting between four walls?
All that literal and figurative mess that I lived in…
Argh, forget it! No matter how hard I try, I won’t be able to give voice to how I feel. Today, I’ll just rumble along aimlessly. But who’s waiting to hear?
PS: The title of this post is from my annoying husband and I have no idea what it means! The things I go through in this house. Hmph!