mourning the loss of something that wasn’t ever even mine
/I’m mourning the loss of something that wasn’t ever even mine. I blame my overactive imagination, keen ability to visualize the HECK out of the potential for something, and my big big heart that feels too much. Maybe a part of it is sadness that’s trickled down from losing Carmen, but also maybe not.
Tom & I are in the very early stages of trying to find a house, and I guess the real question at hand is: Are you even TRULY TRYING anything if your heart’s not getting broken?
I made a digital zine about it because it’s what I needed to express and include in my scrapbook today. I’m pretty sure that’s what this memory keeping hobby is for. (Deep sigh.) Bye, house.