Bye, Brooklyn
There are dirty corners of dust, pet hair, and shredded paper every where. It is too cluttered to sweep and haphazardly strewn possessions have no home or resting place. Boxes are stacked against a bare living room wall. My voice is beginning to echo, there are fewer curtains, pillows and soft paper back books to absorb the sound. Every object in my junior one bedroom seems to clash with the object next to it, their energy screaming they must move outward, like my life, they need room to expand.
Insomnia took hold last night. I woke up at 2 a.m. and didn’t fall back asleep. I took my dog for a walk. Picked up an ice latte at Dunken Donuts and paced uphill two avenues to forget my nerves. I wanted to say that the reason I couldn’t sleep was due to a somewhat confusing love life. The truth is, calm set in when I thought about going back to pack more boxes. I stepped over a chunk of jagged sidewalk. Someone had written, “Bye, Brooklyn” in light pink chalk.
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Hi Amélie,
I’am happy to be catching up with your last posts.
Félicitations about your move out to your beautiful house ! This is exciting .
Always wishing you all the best, from across the Atlantic.
P.S. I hope that your pink candle wish will come true .
A bientôt, chère amie .
Posted by: barbara | September 18th, 2007 12:28