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1000 Days

Everyday I wake-up in the same house and I see the same faces, I see the same rooms, I see the same trees in my front yard.
Everyday my shoes hit sidewalk and I travel to the same place and I see the same things. The same people.
Hey there, Steve and Tracey.
Hey there, Terri.
Hey there, other Terri.
Hi, Sara. Hi, Dakota. Hi, Austin. Hi, Tamera.
Everyday I find reasons to go into the corner store.
Everyday I find reasons to leave this place.
Everyday for 1000 days.
And now I am.
I have made it happen.
Tomorrow when I wake-up, it will not be like Everyday. Tomorrow when I wake-up, I will take down the curtains. I will unload my freezer. I will bag up the fish. I will box the cats.
And then the movers will arrive.
And not just to move me from one end of this city to the other, but to take me to a new city.
I have lived here for all of my adult life. Over one third of my entire life.
I chose this place. It is more hometown to me then where I grew-up.
And now I am leaving it.
I was so happpy and now I want to cry.
I wonder if Everyday I will long to be back here.
Good bye, Steve and Tracey.
Good bye, Terri.
Good bye, other Terri.
Good bye, Sara. Good bye, Dakota. Goodbye, Austin. Good bye, Tamera.
Good bye, London.

Comments

ticknart said…
Soon enough, perhaps too soon, there will be another "everyday."

Good luck with the move, Q. Enjoy the new city.
AJ said…
I know you've looked forward to this for a long time, Queenie, so I guess this is a good thing. Good luck in your new home.

Just make sure you never leave this one, okay?

:)

We love you.
Queenie said…
I love you, too, AJ.

Q
i will see you soon, it will be nice to have another good friend so close. welcome to the city
gone said…
You left a good piece of advice on my blog. Thanks.

Curious because you live in ON Canada and you said, "Good bye, London."

London is my home town:)

Small world?

I hope your move opens many doors to happiness and peace.
Jess said…
queenie, i love you, and i have never met you. I feel this connection between this crazy ass blogging that we do. Hope you have a fantastic move, i know what it feels like. And u will miss it, and you will be miserable, lol.....but you will be better for your misery, and you will have learned that much more about yourself. Mucho grande love to you
mig bardsley said…
Oh I missed this! sorry, hope you love your new home.

as long as you keep writing hey? and blogging please :)
~Autumn said…
Miss you Q! I hope you're all settled in!

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