Modular Life

I feel like I can't breathe. . . .I'm breaking down the life I've worked so hard to create here at the canyon. . . .packing up the pieces into arbitrary boxes. . . .and I feel like I can't breathe. I know I can't stay here, and I am moving into a new and possibility-filled chapter of my own choosing, but I still feel like I can't breathe.

I'm sad and grieving. . . .I want my forever home, but I haven't found it yet. And this new home is a nice home, but it's not even really my home. . . .it's just a room within the home of someone else. . . .even if she's not living there right now. . . .and I'm just so aware of how all of this packing up of my modular life exhausts me. . . .even when it is a move of my own choosing. . . .

. . . .so I feel like I can't breathe. . . .and I'm waiting for the grief to pass. . . .