The Noise Around the Next Corner
I’m in another in-between stage. Teetering on the edge of action. Twiddling my fingers in the meantime. Still doing dishes and taking showers and drinking water, but all the time, I’m waiting.
Just’In got back from his Salem/Eugene trip, the second trip to Oregon this month. (You can read about the details in his latest entries) This week, while he works and I obsessively hope for more sub assignments, even though this is the last week of school, we wait for that call. The call that tells us where we’re moving, who he’s working for. When we’re escaping Utah.
And once that call comes, I pull out the moving boxes under our bed. We submit our thirty days’ notice to the apartment managers. I start realistically considering when to stop taking birth control. I can start consolidating money from rogue bank accounts. We can both look up that city and absorb every possible link it has through the internetz. I can give away my house plants to Martha and start making endless lists. We can search for moving trucks and new apartments and new beginnings.
It’s all waiting. Our whole summer is waiting. The next adventure is bouncing up and down excitedly around the next corner; I can hear it giggling.