Pakin’up

Our little apartment is a mess!
We’re in the process in dividing what we want to keep with what we’re gonna give.

July 4th, B.C. here we come! yep, going to Dustin’s little village called: 100 Mile House.
Every night I have to move things from our bed to find a place to sleep.
Nights ago, all the camp counselors had a meeting after curfew for pizza and ice cream! So we all talked and laughed together. After a while, I saw Dustin leave for home; I went on talking and eating! (I wasn’t even hungry, it was just for the fun of it) Back at the apartment, everything’s dark .. no lights on .. no sound. Don’t want to wake him up, I brush my teeth, put my pyjy on, then go to bed.
First, I search for my man in the bed (being squashed in your sleep…not cool) but I touched a hairdryer instead! What? Didn’t he take everything out of bed before even getting in? No!? I reach further, a bed, that’s it.
”Dustin?” I turn on the lights. No one. (haha)

I was there in total darkness, being quiet as possible, trying to find someone that wasn’t even there!
It’s the image of myself, in the darkness. We don’t really know what’s waiting for us in B.C., where we’re gonna live, what we’re gonna do, how it’s gonna go. Asking question no one can answer, looking for something (worries) that don’t even exist (yet or not)!
And when everything will be done, when I’ll be in the light, I’ll find myself stupiddedly alone in my unpresent worries!