Sunday, February 5, 2012

a bucket list.

Once again, I'm on the tail end of a bunch of tests and nothing comes up. Nothing always makes me feel good, until the next day, when I realize I still don't feel great and there's no explanation or end in sight. It's okay, because I'm not here to complain today. I'm here to talk about what I'd like to do if ever I feel normal again.

My MeMaw, 2007
Because of everything, my bucket list is getting longer, although the items on it for the short term are smaller and less of a big deal. To most people. It would be nice at this point to have enough stamina at the end of the day to go out to dinner, even if I have to skip the glass of wine. Even better would be to have the energy and be comfortable enough to take a trip to Louisiana to see my family. I miss them terribly, and my three uncles are performing with a new band that I'd love to see. I want to talk to my grandmother, who is the most lovely and kind person I've ever known.

This family of mine, the one that lives in the South, informally adopted my sister and I more wholeheartedly than I could have imagined possible. I was five or six when my mom left and my dad remarried, and my sister was about four. My step-mother took us in, and brought us into a life we'd never have known. Even though I missed my mom, I remember feeling all of the warmth and the hospitality a six year old child could ever know. I remember feeling loved, and not conditionally. It happened instantly, without reserve. Some of my best memories sleep in Shreveport.

The South is just different. It has its good and bad, like anywhere, but the good is wiser, better, and more soulful. I like having roots there...that's just it, I feel rooted there, more grounded. It's solid. So bucket list item number one: get South.

As for today, I'm watching some football. Maybe it'll mark a Pats victory. No matter who wins, this time of year always reminds me that it's the end of football season, which means Spring is coming soon.

Here's to happy endings and new beginnings. Please pass the wings.

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