Thursday, May 20, 2010

Five Days

Five days. 

Five days is frustrating. 

Five days feels like... a little kid shaking their gifts before Christmas. the last thirty seconds before the microwave goes bing! when you're absolutely starving and don't think you can wait one. more. moment. that instant in your dreams when you realize you're asleep, and no matter how hard you try you cannot escape the imaginary world.  You cannot wake up. when you're pacing the halls in a hospital and there is nothing you can do to help whoever you're there to see. that nagging sensation at the back of your neck when you know something has been left undone. when you wear your sundresses a few weeks too early in the spring, just in hope that the sun will be inspired and suddenly decide to kick it up a few notches. having one more box to unpack a month after a move.

But, in every single one of those instances, the end is in sight.


  1. the last sentence is just so hopeful, i love it. you're almost there!

  2. You're so close! Less than a week! Just keep busy, you're almost there!!

  3. Like being on a ridiculous road trip, and having to go to the bathroom SO BAD you are seriously considering wetting yourself, and then you see a sign that says "Next Rest Stop: 17 miles" ?

  4. Like, deciding to run, getting to the point where I literally think I would rather die than take another step, and then realizing I'm 1/4 a mile away from my goal.

    Asthma attack and fat ass aside, you best believe I'm making that 1/2 mile goal.

  5. That counter on your blog is telling me that now you have LESS than 5 days now. We're down to hours Carrie and before you know it you will be in the arms of your loved one, once again. And soon - for always!


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