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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

(non) American Tourister

American Tourister
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Alone at my mother's. The family have left for London, to spend the next week driving my brother-in-law nuts. Everyone is staying at my sister's place, poor guy.

I, on the other hand, am quietly and slowly moving to London like a displaced person. I'll spend the first night in my new apartment on an air mattress until I can afford to move my things from Sudbury. I'll probably be eating takeout on the floor, watching a movie because the cable isn't hooked up yet.

I know I'm impulsive, I don't know any other way to be. All I can do is try to make things work. I should know about jobs by the end of the week. Etc.

My mother wants to keep Marble here on the Island. I've been avoiding the idea for awhile, but it's been there in the back of my mind. Everyone will love it, except for me and Marble. He'll wait at the top of the stairs for me to come back, and I'll notice that my bed seems bigger and suddenly, a whole lot colder.

Although I'd like to say I'm the unselfish sort, and that I will please my mother with my decision in the end....we all know what's going to happen.

May not seem like a big deal in the grander scheme of things, but Marble is the secret keeper, and a huge piece of my heart. He's been constantly by my side for the past....7 years. He's my 'boy'.

ok, justification for future events over. Maybe I ought to buy one of those books on how to be a better person. Hundreds of people can't be wrong, right?


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