I have a long post to write, but I just can’t do it right now. I’m heartbroken. My sister leaves for Chicago tomorrow to move in with her boyfriend and the other sister recently left for Northern California. I’m going to be lonely. Non-attachment to things is fine. Non-attachment to people I love is not going to happen. On the bright side, I’m driving to Chicago with her tomorrow and staying for a week. Then, I’m leaving from Chicago and flying to Northern California for another week. It’s a sister bonanza. Believe me, I will enjoy the shit out of this time and try not to dwell on the emptiness awaiting me at home. Hopefully the trip involves lots of yoga, exploring, hiking, kayaking, beer, and bongs (it’s a natural herb, so it’s yogi-approved). My idea of living it up tends to cross the imaginary line. So if I don’t return, that probably means I’m taking joint showers with imposing women in the slammer. I wonder if I’ll be someone’s bitch? Probably.
I’m off to sage the car for the journey. Namaste.