I think I guessed that this might happen.
That I'd come back and not be able to sit and write. Not so much because I don't have anything to say, or that I maybe have too much to say, but more because I haven't sat and written for weeks. Probably fifteen, sixteen days?
So I have to get my brain back into that mode.
I sat and journalled some days. But mainly so I wouldn't forget all the things that happened, even though I know some of them are already forgotten, melded into one another in a giant pile of "I have no idea what day it is" awesomeness.
And the journalling I did do was all over the place. Literally. So I have to sit and sort through that and organize it into a way that jogs my memory and makes sense somehow.
The guy I had the dates with before I left texted me and asked if I was a changed woman.
I told him it was impossible to go and not come back changed.
Not that I'm not me, just that something in me shifted...and I hope that shift lasts because it feels good.
And I have many thoughts, and things to sort through and figure out but the bottom line is I feel good.
I'm happy and relaxed and good.
With everything.
It's all been a little bit surreal, a little bit out of body, and I'm still floating somewhat in that space, but yeah. It's good.
I'm really glad I went.
4 comments:
I just read this and thought of you!
http://modernhepburn.tumblr.com/post/60664325134/givemeajobplease-i-went-on-a-date-last-night
Wow, very cool Kate. Thanks for sharing
I'm really glad you are really really glad. =)
:D
Me too. It's nice.
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