So. The bad news I got, that I mentioned in a previous post, ended up being the tip of the iceberg of bad news for that week. On Saturday, I received the phone call every child dreads. In the following days, I lived in a surreal waking state. I went through the motions. I planned a funeral. I gave a eulogy. Now, five days later, I sit in my apartment in Bloomfield, exhausted.
This evening, still not completely ready to be alone, I spent it walking around Friendship, Bloomfield, and along Penn Ave with my friend Carrie. We went to Twisters for ice cream and walked the streets, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking. I felt myself slowly coming out of the daze I'd been wallowing in. Pittsburgh. With its colors, its crazy inhabitants, and its familiarity. It began washing over me, and I let it.
And now, we move on. We take walks. Ride our bikes. Do our jobs. Hang out with our friends. We wonder about it. But one day, hopefully that last one will stop.
Oddly, I'm filled with hope and vigor. In a way, I feel like I lead a slightly different life now, with a major piece missing. It's a fresh start. At least, thats how I have to look at it, to get through it.
Here are some things we saw tonight, as we walked around the neighborhood.
There was a string of orange protractors, all down Penn Ave.
I asked Carrie to remind me to take a picture of "the man," something I've passed and admired many times, but have never taken a picture of.
My freshman college roommate Kimberly owns/runs Yoga Hive. If you see her, tell her you are a friend of mine...maybe she'll hook you up.
ReplyDeleteDue to this fact, I frequently sport a Yoga Hive t-shirt in Portland, OR.