🎶We are on a sinking ship
We are on a sinking ship
You say we are one
You say we are having fun
You say we are all in the same boat
You say that this thing will float
You say you had your doubts
Sometimes you wanted to get out
🎶We are on a sinking ship
We are on a sinking ship
You say we are one
You say we are having fun
You say we are all in the same boat
You say that this thing will float
You say you had your doubts
Sometimes you wanted to get out
/waves hello from Central America
A couple weeks ago, I posted about auditioning for a Shakespeare play in which I’d have to gender-bend a role to be in.
I think everyone gets them; no judgement.Â
I AM GETTING VACC’D ON MONDAY.
Whoever it is, it’s not going to be me. Â
Oh, this is theoretical. Just going by the title, I thought Buzz Aldrin masturbated in a used Tang pouch and tossed it out the hatch back in 1969.
Yeah, no terraforming until we get our act together here.
I did not know who Alex Beresford was before this, but I think I am in love now, because that was flipping fantastic.Â
Bryndwaun? Zimwe? Shmurda? Safaree? Not a clue who any of them are. I guess I am old.Â
I end up feeling misty and nostalgic even when I move out of places I hated. Packing can be really draining. Your items carry memories, whether good or bad, and looking at them all can bring a lot of emotion.
Good luck on the move. I’ve got one coming up soon myself. Ugh, I hate packing!
Do you think you will remember the place (this place) positively when you are recalling this time in your life? That is, would you want to ever return to see what’s happened to the neighborhood?
Better times are coming, it’s okay.
Good luck moving forward!Â
That’s quite a change. I’m excited for you... so many new opportunities and adventures.Â
You have a clean slate to start with. Take comfort in that.Â
I’m glad to hear that you’re positive—consider the melancholy a way to honour that last 20 years.
Good luck and I’d be a bit emotional good or bad after spending 20 years somewhere. Hopefully (as it sounds like) it’s on to better things.
I posted around Thanksgiving about struggling with a divorce from an emotional abuser while in law school, and just about two months later, I’m two weeks (!!) away from the divorce finalizing and have locked down a dream summer job with a V10 firm (really good firm!) in my dream/home city (San Francisco!). I haven’t…
Very hard day today.