I have taken an indefinite period of time off work. Working is
I have changed cities, put my old life into bags, into boxes, into storage.
I am living in a large motor home. My whole childhood I dreamed of
living in a house on wheels.
I have the motorhome parked in my sisters back driveway. Far enough
from the house to feel like a neighbor, close enough to (1) stand for
ages under the hot water in the upstairs shower (2) drink from the
overpriced coffee machine (3) get/give hugs from the whole family as
needed and/or required.
I get to enjoy the company of: My sister and her husband. Their five
children (ranging from 15 to 7 years old). Our Dad. Max the dog (he's
a bit dumb and annoying, but means well) and three cows, several sheep
and hens. When it's too chaotic I can hide in the bus and write.
I have been watching Nigella Lawson on TV with my sister, and cooking.
I made key lime pie. My sister made Fudge brownie, Coffee cake, Ginger
I try to cook as many meals for the family as possible and do house
work. Yesterday I washed my sisters hair. And when I say hair, I mean
her wig, because she has cancer.
It's so important in life to be real about what's really important.
Not what our society suggests to us is important.