I lie awake on night #202 – at least I think it’s night 202 since we left our home in Las Vegas – my middle of the night math might be off a day either way.
They say that what makes something unbearable is doing it repeatedly, that the pain builds, that day 22 is more painful than day 1 because you’ve endured ut for 22 days. It certainly is self-revealing.
The worse part is being awakened several times a night by the cats reacting to this place. Cats have a sense of space and what’s home and they sense our feelings, our anxieties. And what makes it extra difficult is that Skipper is going on 18 and has special old cat needs.
Yesterday we started packing, exhilarating for us, signaling our torture here is almost over but Shadow has his usual delayed reaction, howling just when trying to get back to sleep after getting up for Skipper’s midnight feeding.
Inspired by NaNoWriMo, NaPoWriMo, and “50 Blog Posts in 50 Days,” I wrote 50 poems in 50 days on my kathyholmes.net site, most of them in the middle of the night on my iPhone, all live by the end of November. Interesting to connect with so many people through poetry.
I started thinking in poems/lyrics. It was so enjoyable, rather addicting, not only a great way to make it through the night because I loved the process, but a useful exercise, providing me with some raw material to work with in my music studio.
Thanksgiving began the kickoff to changing our lives from here to there. We’re getting closer but we’re not there yet. We’ve had such fun with so many Disney distractions. We’re thankful to be out of Las Vegas, to be back in Florida, and for our new home almost within our reach. We’re thankful for supportive friends and family and for those who take time out of their life to read our blog.