You know that moment, when you're packing up your last things, standing in your empty not-your-house-anymore, and your friends come over to bid you goodbye? And you busily put the last things on the truck, chatting and trying not to say what you're all thinking, that although we say "Write us when you get there" and "Come see us sometime", what we're not saying is, "I'm aching inside because I know I'll never see you again?
I hate that moment.
Luckily for you and me, this is not that moment! I am moving. But only from this blog to a bigger, better one. And you can all come with me. Please come with me.
I'll write you when I get there.
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folding up my thoughts and sending them out to you...
Well, hey!
Being the ravings of a lunatic housewife as she attempts to untangle the knotted threads of reality that are wound around our everyday lives.
It's me, Erin. I'm glad you came by.
It's me, Erin. I'm glad you came by.
"Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them-never become even conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?"
--C.S. Lewis
--C.S. Lewis
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