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Reflection
Friday, April 06, 2007

Sometimes I miss my old life...

Life on Main Street was cozy and warm. I had a 9-5 (read 7-3) job at a retirement home taking care of elders; my co workers were my elders; my friends were my elders. The people I spent time with who were not my elders were those who have known me since I was a child. They knew me like the back of their hand-- in spite of my aloofness.

Every night I slept beside the man I love.

Cedar Street is different. Although going to University is a step forward-- I am perusing my dream, I am a midwife in the making-- it sometimes feels like a regression, as if I am reliving a part of my youth that I never even had. I feel welcome and I feel cared about, yet It doesn't fit quite as comfortably as it could.

Could it ever fit quite as comfortably as it "should"?

My life is so unusual. If I have created it myself, what does it say about me?

Time to study...

Dawn