lilginks

My mom used to say that when something didn't fit in with the way she had thought of things with someone. I learned to accept that my mom accepted people generally.: "To each his own," she'd say. She is pretty good about that. With me, she kind of needs help; there are so many things about me that she would not like to see but really when it comes down to it she is only seeing a small percentage...

So, the latest in my life should be out and open. We've broken up, not you and I, but he and I. So, I needed to leave his homestead and on monday (two weeks after the break) I hitchhiked out of town. The first two rides were with people I knew. In fact, I settled a job situation with the first. Woo hoo, bar-tending in a cool local pub. The second ride was with people who work with my now ex-boyfriend. Then it was cake after that. Three different cars, three interesting characters; nothing sketchy. I made it to the car that I was to borrow for a few days so that I could go car shopping, and from there, it was a bit simpler.

I guess simple is not the word right now, however, here's the amazing part, with which I will end. While on the phone seeking advice on Monday, when I knew I could no longer stay where I was once at ease, I received a phone call that changed many things for me. "Grace, could you house-sit and take care of our dog while we are gone?" It was an unexpected change of life for these friends and they needed to leave for a few days. I write to you from there--from where I am house-sitting, and amazingly enough I even write to you with a peaceful frame of mind.

To each his own. It is what it is. Thank you my friends.

  I had spoken with my mom earlier; she had called to wish me a super Tuesday; I cut her off explaining that we have a caucus in this state, not an election. Our Primary is in August. She asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell her; this is how she asks me what I have been up to. It is interesting really, because, nothing at this time is new; I am still living with my partner/boyfriend, I still bring in wood for the wood stove, use the outhouse and help fill up the generator now and then; nothing much. I enjoy it, simplicity, I just wonder if I have driven her away. These are thoughts I share, hope all is well
  She is in Georgia, I am in Alaska; the differences are vast. I hope the relationship does not develop a void that wide.