stop and smell the peonies


The interior of my head is a rather scrambled mess right now. There is no more room for any more information. My brain, if mapped, would be a topography of swirling details. Imminent graduation. Imminent wedding. On-going job hunting in the midst of catering work. Daily apartment hunting. Looming move to another city. I’d jump ship but the islands just aren’t appearing. Instead, I keep pushing forward, uncertainty and all, with the reassurance that relief sometimes appears in the most unassuming ways. Today, the scent of peonies in my kitchen softens the tension I feel. I’m thinking that when this kitchen is turned upside down and filled with moving boxes,  I should keep a vase of flowers perched somewhere—anywhere!—as something akin to a life raft …






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