illin' illai
Got better, though the respiratory drainage is taking its time. I am hurrying it along with chillies and (Cypriot, though the Aussie was better) OJ. I am running around putting things in boxes and leaving the boxes with people who promise to make them appear (magically!) in Boston. I have given some of these people large sums of money, which should expedite the magic. I have also made loving farewells to the boxes, in case I never see them again.
Many thinkings but mostly it's just the packing, the sneezing/dripping, and the India-scheming. Trying not to drown in melancholia; worries about money are helping with that as I can only experience one emotion at a time, and salli nae trumps hari dukay, on the same principle that says that the proles must have bread before revolution.
Besides that, what? Nothing, really. I feel as if I am lurching into a void, what with no job house plans winter-coat. It doesn't feel like "going home," it feels like "leaving home." Plus, I have new Colombo friends, and job offers here. What to do.
4 comments:
I don't know about job plans or winter-coat, but you know you're always welcome to stay on our extra futon if you need to, right?
aaron, i thank you. as you know i am moving back to phila, and will need somewhere to sleep while i find a job and a habitat.
ashanthi, i thank you as well. at this point there is little i want than to have a firm plan to come back to sri lanka--ASAP--but earliest chance looks like september. i am amazed to be 'doing the job we can't' because actually i have no job.
Poor ashanthi "dear becky" wolfmother. Gotta love the show.
stay on - you are needed in S/L - you're doing the job that we can't.
How selfish...
ha. i get verbally abused whatever i do. (vide supra) but no, ashanthi, i was 'working' as a researcher on a fellowship, and then as a freelance technical writer and "journalist." see October LT.
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