a few hours ago, i was coming home from target and was stopped at a red light. i tilted my face up slightly and peered through the windshield at the stoplight on the wire, and the telephone tower beyond that, and the dull gray sky in the background. the sound of cars whirring past me, one by one, came through the cracked-open window. i struggled to focus. all i could think was, "what am i doing here? what. am i. doing here."
a few minutes ago, i held my toothbrush over the sink, and almost squirted hand soap on it instead of toothpaste.
i'm going to get into bed now.
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And that is why I think it should be illegal to package toothpaste in pumps and other hand-soap-looking containers. Toothpaste should be in tubes!
I mean, you wouldn't sell milk in a cereal box, right? People would always be putting that in the pantry rather than the fridge!
(Yes, I've spent entirely too much time thinking about this)
Ah yes. I know that feeling all to well. I think I was in Chicago for a year before I stopped having those dizzy little moments where I was just shocked at what I'd done. There's something about moving across the country with a guy to make you really feel like you're losing it. But I have faith that your woozy moments and toothpast confusion will get better and you'll start to feel settled and sure of your decision.
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