crazed

Last day of my job, packing for a trip ... life upside, topsy turvy and I am just hanging on! I am in a disembodied state - not unpleasant, but wondering what is holding me together now that I've stepped out of the cage?

 Soaking up every last hug, kiss, cuddle and snuggle I can squeeze in.  

 

 As excited as I am to go on my walk-about, I always find leaving home a visceral experience - as if the strings of my heart know they will be stretched very far. Already my system is preparing the intense cold turkey that a week away from my girl will bring.  We've never been apart that long.  I know it will be good for us, but ...

When next you see me, I may be a hobbit or elf or - god forbid! - a dwarf.  The orcs I know I am leaving behind.

A bientot mes amies!  xo

this past month it's all I could do to grab the polaroid camera, sit on the front stoop and take a quick picture.  But I like this idea of a series of seemingly similar images ... and yet, not so similar ...