I cried in a museum last week. I was having a wonderful time. I really was. I was in San Jose California for a library conference. After my workshop, I headed over to the San Jose Museum of Art where they had an Escher exhibit. It was beyond words. But that didn't make me cry.
It was upstairs. They had an exhibit, a "symphony" of words which were pulled from online. Words that were said on a daily basis all over the place online and repeated online. They then put them on LCD displays and put them to music. It was there that I cried. Not for happiness or sadness. It was there that I felt like I wished my family was there to see this very awesome display and how B would have not liked the display which made me miss him. In that single moment, I felt every millimeter of the distance between us.
And so I cried. Rather like I always have. Quiet and without anyone noticing. I used to sing like that as well. It was only a couple of seconds really.
For me it brought into focus my plans of leaving at some future point. It makes me step back and want to weigh with B this heaviness and bulk of this idea. This people, the people I just happen to know because I was born into them, are wonderful. But I also ponder that idea that the world is getting smaller by the minute. How I could keep in contact via all sorts of ways and how I did when overseas. A balancing act of old and new.
That appears to be my life in a nutshell.
(I am going to try to post bunches upon bunches of pictures next time and share more of my CA adventures.... at least that is the plan)
Good day and life is what happens to while busy making other plans.... Gung Hay Fat Chow!
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