Sleep is very much welcomed now. I’ve just realized that my coping mechanism includes falling asleep whenever I’ve been through a setback. Fell asleep after a bad day at work (blame xray doc). Then, after the kidnapping. Today, after only eating a piece of bread the whole day. That’s traumatic enough for me. I only woke up when the landlord rang the bell and went down in my bathrobe and probably a bit of drool.
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Shoes. Random shoes of random people
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In the magic pockets of my coat, I have xray forms, a palm treo pro, an Alpen berry bar, a squished sneakers bar, a purple patellar hammer, No 17 lip gloss, a Zoton tourniquet, several butterfly needles (not some sort of decorative pin.. it’s to enable me to take blood), OHCM (too heavy), alcohol spray, physio forms, patients list, pens, pen torch, white tape, my bleep (of which I do not like with a vengeance)
Just like those posts on ‘what’s in my handbag’
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I feel like I am in a limbo. I don’t have a proper home. It’s because I know I will be moving around, like a nomad every six months, so long as I remain in this line of work. I don’t even stay ‘home’ that much except to sleep at night. Weekends: I’m away. My suitcase remained unpacked beside my bed and I leave my room undecorated. Normally, I would lovingly put my own touches in my living area, but now, it just feels like another hotel room. Hmmm… it’s because I know I’ll be out searching for a new house in a few months time and working in a different place. After that, I’ll probably move again, across the continents and work in a very contrasting environment. In a jungle? Hopefully not. I don’t like leeches and bugs that much.
But it could be a possibility.
It could also be due to the fact that I have no time to do all the little housewifey kind of things now. How I miss those Cinderella days back home during summer, when all I have to worry about is what to cook for lunch and to keep the monkeys out of the house, away from the eggs. Also to clean the whole humongous place, hang the laundry, rain-watching/waiting, chase out squirrels, water the plants, sweep the front and backyard, look out for snakes, refreshing cold showers and lying on the cool marble floor, while waiting for people to come home. Yeah.
I miss the squirrels too. Not the monkeys though.
Home. Where is my home? Everywhere there is someone I care for.
I’m glad someone else finds my second home as amazing as I find it. Galway/Gold Leaf (I’m starting to rename all the places now, due to certain reasons). I might be leaving this whole place in the not too distant future and will surely miss it. But before that, I’ll try to make as many memories as possible (as if I can with all the workload) and especially in OopsyDaisy aka Roscmn.
