alexandraerin

...the less time and energy I have to blog about them. How is that fair? :P

I'm wrapping things up on what has been an incredible trip. What started off as "you should come down in April for Daughters of the Moon" expanded to encompass nearby events on both sides of that weekend: there was an Ani DiFranco concert the week before, and then a s00j show the weekend after. That old saying about biting and chewing might be applicable here... I was so drained by this weekend that I could hardly keep my eyes open at the concert.

Okay, I couldn't keep them open... I have been informed that there are numerous pictures of me asleep in a chair, and that I was "falling off my feet sleepy" afterwards and that when I tried to get up to help with clean up it was "really super cute". I am 95% sure I was conscious for all of the actual music, though.

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Anyway, it's been a good trip and... like the proverbial Christmas cracker, long and full of stuff. Amy Steinberg. Buddy Wakefield. Ani DiFranco. Daughters of the Moon, which was really an incredible experience that I can't wait to experience again next year. Brunching hard. Brunching hard with a vengeance. The tag "popelizbet makes things happen" has rarely been more manifestly true.

...to have arrived here in this apartment on Saturday, when a week before that I was arriving at the house where I'm making my new living space. Before I get on the train to head back to Omaha, I'll have spent more time here than I have in the place that I now live.

When I planned this trip it seemed like a necessary escape, an opening of the release valve on the pressures of a life that was becoming overwhelming. But that sought-after temporary reprieve has been made redundant by a permanent change in situation... it's weird to realize in retrospect that among the reasons I wanted to travel more was to get away from things back home, and the fact that I had so much travel planned ended up contributing to what became the breaking point. Yes, I know, I'm being frustratingly oblique again there. My compartments are coming down but I'm not going to be airing my dirty laundry before the wilds of the internet.

Anyway, I'm here in Memphis. I'm not doing a lot of walking. Well, I'm doing most of the writing I've done while walking around the apartment. I think best--and write best--when I'm moving. Also, my bruised backside was aggravated by two ~ten hour stints on the train inside of 24 hours and it's honestly less painful sometimes to walk around then it is to sit. The fact that I can perform the major functions of my work while standing is probably a good sign for the future... but I digress.

I'm here in Memphis. Right now I am sitting (though once this post is finished I'm going to be standing once again) in a joyously dark and empty and cool apartment, with three cats lurking somewhere around my feet. I repeat the fact that I'm in Memphis because sometime next week there's going to be a little get-together. Details are still pending. The time leading up to my visit was kind of frantic for both my hostess and myself, for different reasons, but we'll get something worked out. I'm already know I'm going to be seeing old friends and meeting some of their friends... that's already happened... but I want to make sure anybody else in the area, any readers or blog-followers, who fall outside popelizbet's impressively large personal event horizon, who would like the chance to meet up and talk and chill know this.

So, yes. Memphis.

Oh, Lizbet just came home. The apartment is not dark and now we're going out. Life changes so fast here.