I
picked up my stuff and left that day. The last thing I recall is the
frustration building up over Sunshine’s fragile condition, followed by his
disappearance altogether. I picked up my stuff and made my way to the place I used
to call home, six months ago - add or subtract a day or two.
In
between doggy-time, and arguing with a brother that’s a walking cliché, I was
analyzing my life, as per usual, and reflected on many things, starting with my
growing desire to spend time coloring pictures with magic markers.
While
laying in my four-poster princess bed surrounded by the red walls that I don’t miss
that much, I also began to ponder the whereabouts of the order and clarity I so
deeply admire – that is when there aren’t twenty-eight-thousand items on my
worry-list, but how can I not worry about twenty-eight-thousand items, when I happen
to be a Virgo-child with a constant need to fix, fix, fix, and improve – just about
everything.
This
is what I thought about:
-My
desire to go on a hunt for a new fragrance – something sweet, something sexy,
something…bold with a touch of
Virgo-child perfection.
-My
excitement for the fall; the changing leaves falling by the day, the cold crisp
weather accompanied by the season’s fashion, hot cups of tea and philosophical
discussions, pumpkin-flavored-everything, and the chance to wear the
never-ending-collection of coats in my closet.
-The
return of ‘Sunshine’ in the week that follows, and all the things I’m going to
do when I have my life back as it was – a shopping spree, a night out to an
extravagant lounge, a breakfast with the ladies, a solo adventure down Yonge
street, a date to someplace ordinary like a museum followed by something rather
strange, and a train trip…somewhere to the middle of nowhere.
-Returning
to school with a clearer picture of where I am headed, minus the useless
electives that I haven’t quite enjoyed, except that philosophy course that has
improved my conversation skills and overall understanding of humans.
-An
intervention in the area of romance and the abrupt decision I made to never
shed a tear for another guy again. Ever.
-The
feeling of fulfillment returning to my apartment, with a newly-discovered
appreciation for days spent in a towel, and the self-made earthquakes in my
building, thanks to Spice Girls blasting through the speakers.
-The
very pretty book I bought, filled with all sorts of fairy tales, that I intend
to read each night before bed time.
-The
overall sense of satisfaction, butterflies, and non-stop thrill from having a special someone a part of my
life in the last X.
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