It's hard for me to understand, and I just don't know what to do about it, but this morning I realized that I am in love with two different places. I awoke to another crystal-clear fall day, sat outside on the joggling board, dipped my toes in the delightfully cool water, and watched butterflies flit from flower to flower. It was quite magical, and I thought to myself, once again, how much I love the water. Simultaneously, however, I was longing for New Orleans in that gut-wrenching way that makes my stomach hurt (or is that just from Pilates yesterday?).
I can't quite grasp how I can so whole-heartedly love both these places at the same time. And it's not in the way that you love, say, the country and the city at the same time. I don't love them for different reasons, or wish I could split my time between them. I want to live fully in both places at the same time. It's heart breaking, and I just don't know what to do.
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