when robert creeley said you are always with me, there is never a separate place
...i felt that
i’ve been in los angeles since tuesday. i picked up viv at 6 am during a torrential downpour to head down south- hesitating for a moment and having a panicked thought to look up last minute flights on southwest- wondering if driving to los angeles in this weather could be a fatal mistake. she walked out from her front door with her blue plaid snood protecting her hair from the rain and a brown fur coat, her backpack slung over her shoulder. it felt like we were running away - sneaking out of our homes before our parents woke up for an adventure we weren’t supposed to go on.
the night before we left for los angeles, i slept on the couch of the home i used to reside - i don’t know what to call it. it doesn’t quite feel like ‘my’ home anymore but it feels too soon to say it isn’t my home still. cleo lives there and cleo is my home so it feels difficult to say it isn’t my home, too. wherever she is, i consider to be home.
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