Well, Jim, since this is a place to talk about feelings, let's try. I guess the one policy here should be that everyone at least tries to say something with the phrase "I feel" . . . . at least once during their posting here (although I hate rules in general). I was up at 1:00 am because I was feeling lonely, and not at all sleepy. There was no one awake at my house to cuddle and comfort me, and that made me feel even sadder. I have never really used my English degree at all, except to raise the general cultural level of my life, inculcate my child with a love of words and learning, and develop my thought processes, and that makes me feel very frustrated. I am feeling very happy more often now because there are very interesting people on the Silicon Investor who are very bright and good writers, too. I realize these virtual friendships are somehow ultimately empty, and so I still feel lonely, but now I have something to do at 1:00 in the morning.
It sounds like you live in Seattle. We bought a beach cottage on Vashon Island in 1988, off Manzanita Road. It was the best year of my life. I picked up shells on the beach and made blackberry pie from my own patch, and got three kittens and played with my little girl while I watched sailboats go by. I don't think I will ever be that happy again, and that makes me feel really sad and nostalgic. The Pacific Northwest is really a magical place, and you are lucky to be there.
Christine |
