If you were to ask my husband or family, they would tell you that I have a flair for the dramatics. Life is too beautiful, too painful, too much for me at times. And, while I love that I can appreciate the moments in life so deeply, I also kind of hate it. The confusing part is that even though I feel I am in touch with how I feel about change, I don't allow myself to express it. Instead, I get nauseous, lose sleep, take multiple naps in a day, and watch a lot of Netflix. At least I can now acknowledge my coping skills, right? In 16 days, my new hubby and I will pack up our Pittsburgh apartment and move to NC so that H can attend acupuncture school. When I moved back to Pittsburgh in 2010, I really thought I had landed in the city where I would always live. But, life had other plans when I met and fell in love with H. The South is now calling my name, ever reluctanctly and quietly. We have known for a year that we would be moving to NC this summer and that has been both
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1. You already have a copy.
(This is the only legit reason, really.)
2. You have that copy of Moby Dick that you still haven't read from the ninth grade.
3. You're waiting for the movie to come out.
4. No Habla Engles
5. The feds are making a list of everything you read and you have to be very careful.
6. It's on your summer reading list BUT you live in Michigan, so.....
7. You are waiting for the New York Times to publish a review.
8. Spent all your spare change on coffee, cab far, a bus token, or a tall boy of Milwaukee's Best Ice.
9. As a matter of fact, you do have your head up your ass, don't you?
10. You are afraid to confront the personal demons that hold you captive in the suffocating existence that you refer to as your life. (Sorry to go heavy on you there.)