There Is ALWAYS A Tale To A Tell
Even our sense of style can foil us in a new incarnation....
I was standing by the railing on the ferry, gazing out across the water and remembering what the Atlantic looked like. This body of water is different only in minutiae, gaining one just a tinge of nostalgia. I believed the ensemble I was wearing was drab, nondescript and functional; however, something about it was attracting someone very unlikely's attention.
"Pardon, me..." "Yes" "Those are absolutely THE most beautiful stones I have ever seen in someone ears. Usually, you see something so clear and perfect on a lucky young woman's finger- but never two!", the gentleman remarked as he gently but un-invitedly stroked my chin. I moved back uncomfortably, "Yes, well...thank you", I whispered as I damned myself for not being able to let go of the earrings Michael had bought me in 2004. I meant to dart away from him but he positioned himself ackwardly enough to foil the exit. "Where are you from with those eyes?!", he continued to keep me in conversation. Mentally, I wondered how I would react pre-hijrah (Arabic, flight, emigration): I would be polite, if only in fear of what my family would think if I were curt with him. I was no longer 'she', therefore, I interrupted him mid-sentence, informed him that I was really in no mood to talk, and briskly stepped away.
'My earrings and eyes, and where they are from are none of his concern!', I thought to myself. I am a bit grumpy with the birthday and the relocation. I really should not be, since I have triumphed above-and-beyond others' expectations. To be sure, it is the children I miss...
I have been 'haunting' Holyrood (to sketch) and tutoring at Tomales. I read three books on the 'king that would be god' in Redmond and expected there to be some toppled colossus of him in the middle of the city...the only 'sinister giant' here is caffeinated (eww!). My new neighbors are worried about the distances I am willing to walk; any moment I am free to make my own choices in life is worth the stroll to me! I have a pass that gets me on all modes of transportation, so I will never be too fatigued. They only know that I have come here by way of Van'; they can not 'place my accent'. Van' was only to acclimate me to walking (and to see "The Trailer Park Boys:Countdown to Liquor Day"), it is not where my head was prior to coming here. I was thinking 'NY' while there, and I think that is why I wound up HERE.
I know there are those that read this blog and think, 'How bad could being The Princess really have been?'. Walk into a closet, the smallest one you can find, shut off the light, and choose one group of people to control when you shut on and off the light; when you speak; and when you are allowed to come out. Is this slightly uncomfortable and disconcerting? Do it for approximately twenty years and tell me how you fare- if they ever let you. But enough of that negativity! I should be wondering what winter will be like here. I have never been in this region during the winter (early Autumn though). No worries! I'm sure whatever I buy will be perfect (let's hope it does not attract the same types as my earrings)!
I will write my perspective on "The Trailer Park Boys..." movie after I stop remembering lines from the film and LMAO. Kisses, M.~
I was standing by the railing on the ferry, gazing out across the water and remembering what the Atlantic looked like. This body of water is different only in minutiae, gaining one just a tinge of nostalgia. I believed the ensemble I was wearing was drab, nondescript and functional; however, something about it was attracting someone very unlikely's attention.
"Pardon, me..." "Yes" "Those are absolutely THE most beautiful stones I have ever seen in someone ears. Usually, you see something so clear and perfect on a lucky young woman's finger- but never two!", the gentleman remarked as he gently but un-invitedly stroked my chin. I moved back uncomfortably, "Yes, well...thank you", I whispered as I damned myself for not being able to let go of the earrings Michael had bought me in 2004. I meant to dart away from him but he positioned himself ackwardly enough to foil the exit. "Where are you from with those eyes?!", he continued to keep me in conversation. Mentally, I wondered how I would react pre-hijrah (Arabic, flight, emigration): I would be polite, if only in fear of what my family would think if I were curt with him. I was no longer 'she', therefore, I interrupted him mid-sentence, informed him that I was really in no mood to talk, and briskly stepped away.
'My earrings and eyes, and where they are from are none of his concern!', I thought to myself. I am a bit grumpy with the birthday and the relocation. I really should not be, since I have triumphed above-and-beyond others' expectations. To be sure, it is the children I miss...
I have been 'haunting' Holyrood (to sketch) and tutoring at Tomales. I read three books on the 'king that would be god' in Redmond and expected there to be some toppled colossus of him in the middle of the city...the only 'sinister giant' here is caffeinated (eww!). My new neighbors are worried about the distances I am willing to walk; any moment I am free to make my own choices in life is worth the stroll to me! I have a pass that gets me on all modes of transportation, so I will never be too fatigued. They only know that I have come here by way of Van'; they can not 'place my accent'. Van' was only to acclimate me to walking (and to see "The Trailer Park Boys:Countdown to Liquor Day"), it is not where my head was prior to coming here. I was thinking 'NY' while there, and I think that is why I wound up HERE.
I know there are those that read this blog and think, 'How bad could being The Princess really have been?'. Walk into a closet, the smallest one you can find, shut off the light, and choose one group of people to control when you shut on and off the light; when you speak; and when you are allowed to come out. Is this slightly uncomfortable and disconcerting? Do it for approximately twenty years and tell me how you fare- if they ever let you. But enough of that negativity! I should be wondering what winter will be like here. I have never been in this region during the winter (early Autumn though). No worries! I'm sure whatever I buy will be perfect (let's hope it does not attract the same types as my earrings)!
I will write my perspective on "The Trailer Park Boys..." movie after I stop remembering lines from the film and LMAO. Kisses, M.~
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