There is a coffee mug, in my collection, of green and white with trees and sparrows for designs. I found it at the Dollar Tree. I use it for tea when I feel like, or hot chocolate when there's a craving. But it's spring and new life and starting over and for me. I could wax eloquently on about, but there's too much about the mug and the symbolism to try.
I'm in Hannibal again, my beloved city, with it's infuriating drivers, soothing rivers, and continually surprising population. I don't even care that I'm working for a company that most people view as sub-par or that I'm tsk'd at for even considering working there. It doesn't matter. I'm not intending to stay with the job forever, but right now, it's a good starting place.
I'm living with a friend and her family. They are more than generous about offering me anything I need. I don't feel at home, though, and that is nothing on their part. I don't have a lot of my things, there is no way to really personalize the space I have to call "mine," and it's just... not mine. But there is a sense of... completion, a wholeness I have lacked for so long. I'm home. This town, these streets. It's everything I love. And right now it's everything I need. And I don't give a flying rip how cliche that is.
