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May. 20th, 2005 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theatokosTwo years ago in July, right before I left Alaska for the the unknown, Rory Merritt Stitt played a show. He did a heartachingly sad version of "Landslide." I shed tears. Things were rough then, with my relationship and the moving and about to start grad school.
Yesterday, sitting in the back of the rental car, the Dixie Chick's happyish version of the same song played on the radio. I am in the midst of much change, again. (That might explain the dream I had last night of a huge 777 nose-diving to the earth.) Looking at the sun reflecting off cars and windows, listening to Adam's happy family talk, listening to the lyrics of the song, I was overcome with longing for Alaska. Like, on the verge of sobs.
But I collected myself, and went on with my evening, discussing my life to come in California for at least another year.
Yesterday, sitting in the back of the rental car, the Dixie Chick's happyish version of the same song played on the radio. I am in the midst of much change, again. (That might explain the dream I had last night of a huge 777 nose-diving to the earth.) Looking at the sun reflecting off cars and windows, listening to Adam's happy family talk, listening to the lyrics of the song, I was overcome with longing for Alaska. Like, on the verge of sobs.
But I collected myself, and went on with my evening, discussing my life to come in California for at least another year.