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Immobilized.
February 6, 2007Suddenly, I have this very strong urge to finish painting the house. The last couple of days, I surveyed the whole place and felt its remarkable incompleteness, like a humongous comma staring at me.
So tomorrow I'm off to Lowe's and Home Depot for some paint chips.
This will tide me over until my friend K comes over to Cali in March — for that long overdue coffee date and that soul-to-soul conversation that might probably save me hundreds in therapy. LOL.
Someone asked me if I ever had to go through a quarter-life crisis. And I remember my twenties to be a blur of hook-ups and break-ups and some clubbing (although we never called it that back then), social drinking, and smoking in between, I never really had time for a crisis.
So this, now, is my crisis. That I should feel so displaced for this long. That I know I stand in a place where I can take a step in any direction — in all directions — and yet remain immobilized.


