California Notes

I wake up and he’s there in the living room, he laughs at me, like he did last night when I arrived. I don’t know him, but we live together now. He’s lean, and wears tank tops and shorts, his apartment is full of things he’s created, things that pop out of the walls, paper mache like and colorful.

Last night when I arrived, he helped me carry the bags into my room. He laughs at me being the bag lady that I am, there’s the library bag, the computer bag, the drawing bag, the clothes bag, and the bathroom bag. Bags. As he explained the house, he kept laughing at me. “You look exhausted.” I fell asleep immediately when we were done. I am exhausted from going moment to moment, from staying present, from letting everything be.

If NY is the energetic demanding high personality friend, California is the friend that just hangs with you as you change.