Why can't I wake up living in this place...
It's another monday heading deep into November in the Windy City. Another day on flat ground, another day with lines of traffic. It's another day in my dark, crap-ass house. It's another day.
I'm done with it. I'm ready to move. If not into the mountains (which ain't happening in this life unless my entire extended family agrees to move with me...), then at least into a decent house. That may be the next goal. A decent, cool, modern house in the woods. Is that too much to ask for? I'm ready to begin the next phase of the working man. The telecommute. Everyone will be doing it soon. My dream is to live up on a ridge, in a forest, in a decent modern mix of log cabin and modern dwell home. I'll wake up, make some coffee, open up the email, and look out over the trees, mountains, and shoreline. I'll work more efficiently, happy, and with purpose.
Right now, I wake up in the dark. I fight the cat shit odor on my way down the stairs to our country kitchen. I pull out into the alley after breakfast and wave to the rats in our neighbors overstuffed garbage bins. I drive 9 miles in 45 minutes across the flat concrete jungle. I don't climb mountains or hills, I climb stairs. I sit in a small drab cube with no windows, and I input data as fast as I can. Tomorrow, I'll do the same thing, but I might have hazelnut coffee from Panera - that would be insane. I can't wait.
2 comments:
Boy, that Panera hazelnut will improve the mood everytime. Of course, how would I know, since I never drink coffee! Hugs, Mom
Errggh - a "dark cloud around the head" type morning! Well, child, put your order out into the Universe and move forward. It can happen.
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