It’s after midnight and I’m supposed to be asleep. Morning comes quickly, but the house is quiet and sleep seems a waste when there are so many other things I could be doing.
The kids and I are moving in a few weeks. It was a surprise, but at the same time I knew it would come someday…my landlady is finished with medical school and is coming home to live in her house. We’ve been here seven years already. I am glad for the change, though I am also maxed out between work and packing and all the other things that are going on…really fun and exciting and good things.
When it’s quiet and dark like this, I feel as if everything is moving slower, and I have a chance to catch up with myself. In the daylight, things move fast and sometimes I feel like I can’t keep up. There’s always one more place to be, one more thing to do, and more than one thing to add to my running list of things that are yet to be done.
Still, during this middle of the night hour, things feel manageable.
And writing feel really good.
Now I can sleep.