Waiting to see if the world will end

How I spent my summer vacation

I wake up tired and scared but I text my friends. I make coffee while I pet the dogs I'm watching this summer, who missed me because I don't let them sleep in the bed like their owners do. I watch the news and count the poll numbers on my fingers. 

I am waiting to see if the world will end.

I sit down to look for apartments again and again, call realtors, count the days till this house-sitting job ends and we have to figure out where to go. My partner and I ask, Are we homeless? Or does it not count because we have friends? 

We are waiting to see if the world will end.

~excerpt of a poem I wrote this summer

Hey friends! Sorry I’ve been MIA the last few weeks. As the piece above describes, it’s been quite chaotic and overwhelming around here. But the good news is that we finally signed a lease on a place for Sept. 1st! So hopefully as things settle down and we settle in I’ll be posting more here. But I wanted to share this excerpt from a poem I wrote about the waiting, the unknowing. It was incredibly stressful, and I would not willingly go through it again, but as Leonard Cohen sang, there is light that only comes in through the cracks in things, and there was a strange beauty there, as well. More soon!

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With love and hope,
Jessica