Meg & Dia

I’m writing this post lying on the floor on my stomach in an empty room aside from a few bloated cardboard boxes and an ikea floor lamp. Nick is prancing through our empty apartment spraying spritzes of one of his homemade “natural”, “essential” oil mixes. The window is open. I’m staring at startling greenery (for Austin at this time of year. Thank you spring rain!) and smelling hints of lavender and evergreen. Nick opens the door, peeks his head through, and asks me, “What are you doing in this empty room on the floor?” I give him the same glance I give to everyone when they interrupt me when I’m either writing a song or a blog post. My eyebrows come together and do a little dance and my lower lip puckers outward. “I’m writing a blog!” I wine in an effort exaggerate the fact to that I’d like some time alone. “Well, why you gotta do it in here?” “Because there is music out there, and it’s calm in here.” ”Well, it was”, I think to myself. He gives me one of his “looks” and then turns and walks away. I couldn’t help thinking about what I knew he was thinking as he continued with the finishing touches on our apartment: “God, why am I dating a “creative”, artist, hippie chick with extremely irritating dietary requirements? I should have listened to my mother and stuck with Anne back in high school. Yeah, she had a boring hair cut, but all of her meals were loaded with butter and sugar, and she would never EVER pay more attention to a blog than ME…”

Yes, we are in the midst of packing and moving. I can’t wait for the day when I can stop this “packing and moving” bit. It’s tiring and dull.

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