This blog contains personal, professional and political observations of mature city girl who has mooved to a small town- a town less than suburbia. It may also personal reflections on religion, sex, raising children, relationships and the state of the world as I see it. Oh, spelling doesn’t count!
Friday, April 24, 2009
It lasted 4 seconds. After dropping the children off the school, I relized I needed to turn around. I forgot my cell phone at home. Then it hit me. The passport is in the stongbox, right next to the desk. I could grab the phone, the checkbook and the passport. I could drain the account... no note, Leave for the reasons that so many others have on a what feels like the first clear morning in months. It lasted 4 seconds....
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I have those four second urges to cut and run myself.
They come every 8 seconds.
Ohhhh, who hasn't had that type of urge before?? :)
Sometimes I fantasize about the fugitive lifestyle too.
I hope you are OK.
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