bubble-wrapped lovers
I have a new beau!
Truth be told, we’ve known each other since I was 10. But if you peeled back the bark and cut a cross-section of our relationship, it would be a giant sequoia trunk of thick/thin, on/off concentric ripples. Some years we saw each other every day, while other years diminished our connection until it was as faint as a smudge of candle flame in a window down the street.
Things got lost in the flux of Le Big Move to this new country. Precious things. I didn’t scribble numbers on all the moving boxes, and I didn’t unpack everything right away. So here I am, three and a half years later, still untangling essential facets of my identity from the bubble wrap they’ve been languishing in.
It’s hard to be a musician from a musical family married to a musician from a musical family…especially when you’re a self-conscious perfectionist in insecure new digs. So maybe it wasn’t that my music got lost in bubble wrap, but that it got hidden.
All these mixed metaphors to say — we’re on again in a major way, my guitar and I, and my nails are so happy to be chipped again.
More on pulling things from the bubble wrap and claiming creative victory…
Leaves stretching after a long sleep
I always think that’s a good thing. For some reason, my flute always comes out before Christmas (that reason being that people only ever want to hear flute music at Christmas–which could be a good thing), and then with one thing or another it ends up lost and lonely for the rest of the year. Glad you’re playing your guitar these days. Music makes everything happier.
Wish I could have seen your performance this weekend — hope you had a blast! Wear your chipped nail polish with pride =)
PS: Love the new header!
It was such fun! So satisfying to be playing for strangers again. (:
YAY. I can’t wait to see and hear and read of the products of this renewed relationship.
I’ll let you know once the project gets its feet off the ground… (:
“So here I am, three and a half years later, still untangling essential facets of my identity from the bubble wrap they’ve been languishing in.”
I feel like this sentence embodies the way I’ve spent a large amount of my life. It’s a lovely feeling to finally unpack and have yourself back, isn’t it?
It’s a rush of cold, fresh air into squished lungs, yes! I just popped over to your lovely space to read your story…sounds like we have a few things in common. (: Godspeed to you until you conquer the great longdistance gap!
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