I don't think my happy place is on a beach.
I'm not a beach person.
Of course I'm not a mountain person either.
Or a forest person.
Certainly not a DESERT person.
Well crap... what kind of person am I? I know that my happy place can't just be sitting on my couch with big pillows watching reruns of Dawson's Creek.
could it?
So where's my happy place? Where do I feel complete? Where do I feel calm and quiet, and peaceful and happy.
Hmmm... you're right if you thought "New York" You know me well. But it's specific.
There was an Italian restaurant we ate at, the second night. It was in the Village and we sat on the street. The lights reflecting off the street. The buzz of the city. The clicking of silverware and the clinking of glasses. Watching the people walking by. Never feeling alone.
It's as close as I can get to a happy place... and it suits me fine.
My other thought is that I think I need to refer to my ex husband(s) as "my tumors."
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I think calling him "my tumor" is a good idea, from what I gather about your "relationship".
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