it seems as if time is flying. i arrived here just days ago and i turn around and it's been 6 weeks since i've slept in my own bed at night, dined in my own kitchen, snuggled with my puppy, or seen my husband.
everyone said there's a 6 or 7 week breaking point and i believe i have almost reached mine. as we enter our first extended break, 4 days, i am perplexed at what to do to fill my time. as i sit here in the coffee shop watching another patron playing chess by himself i feel as if a part of me is missing. my camera is sitting on the floor back at the house.
an interesting man studying his notes on offensive and deffensive chess moves taken on yellow paper, written in scratchy haste. his green and white board addorned with ivory and mahogany pawns, queens, knights, and rooks calls to my creative eye.
my brain is swarming with new knowledge that has hardly had time to sink in, yet, i still crave more. this adventure, this new life, is going to suit me well.
