22 August 2012
09 August 2012
All's Well That Ends Well
It's 9 days in my new apartment and on path for my new life. The first night was a bit shaky. I live across from the beach and there were two ambulances, three fire trucks, a scuba rescue team, and countless cop cars taking turns blocking the intersection at midnight for an hour and a half. I see this all whilst walking to and from Giordano's to get my stuffed cheese pizza (which I really shouldn't have done, but I had no groceries...need to go on a post moving diet).
Of course the only logical conclusion (in my mind) to draw from this is they're looking for a body. There's no way that a person survived an hour and a half being lost in Lake Michigan! So being the dramatic person I am, I spend that time staring at the flashing lights wondering what that person's last moments were like, and what it felt like to drown....what exactly was going through their mind in that moment right before their heart stopped beating? Slightly morbid, I know, but I've always been a bit death obsessed. From wondering what it was like, I move to thinking about how haunted Lake Michigan must be. And from that to wondering what their cries sounded like...thinking they were the voices of the Sirens.
It was somewhat beautiful, but entirely creepy thus giving me issues with sleep.
I texted a friend who has since not stopped making fun of me because apparently dead bodies turn up all the time in Chicago, and I should be used to it by now. I disagree. I don't want to become callused to others' lives (well and the absence of them).
I've not found out what happened, nor do I think I want to because I'm not sure I want to think about the reality of my imagination. Either way I can finally sleep in the new space...and as soon as I've finished the Great Decorate, I will post some photographs.
I hope you all are doing wonderfully.
Cheers Lovies!
Of course the only logical conclusion (in my mind) to draw from this is they're looking for a body. There's no way that a person survived an hour and a half being lost in Lake Michigan! So being the dramatic person I am, I spend that time staring at the flashing lights wondering what that person's last moments were like, and what it felt like to drown....what exactly was going through their mind in that moment right before their heart stopped beating? Slightly morbid, I know, but I've always been a bit death obsessed. From wondering what it was like, I move to thinking about how haunted Lake Michigan must be. And from that to wondering what their cries sounded like...thinking they were the voices of the Sirens.
It was somewhat beautiful, but entirely creepy thus giving me issues with sleep.
I texted a friend who has since not stopped making fun of me because apparently dead bodies turn up all the time in Chicago, and I should be used to it by now. I disagree. I don't want to become callused to others' lives (well and the absence of them).
I've not found out what happened, nor do I think I want to because I'm not sure I want to think about the reality of my imagination. Either way I can finally sleep in the new space...and as soon as I've finished the Great Decorate, I will post some photographs.
I hope you all are doing wonderfully.
Cheers Lovies!
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