What goes up, must come down

[slipjig3]

The dividing line came around 2:15 pm, somewhere around Exit 18 on Interstate 88.

Before that, all was grand, as I zipped down to Oneonta for the first time in quite a long while. I ambled about town for a bit, chatted with Annie at the Green Earth Natural Foods shop, bought a CD from a local band I'd never heard of at what's left of Village Music, and (best of all) had a good lunch at the Autumn Café and an amnesia tour of downtown with the charming spoothbrush. This ws a case of we-only-live-a-few-hours-apart-so-why-haven't-we-met-yet, and now that we have, I hope we get a chance to meet again. A grand time, indeed.

I don't know exactly what happened at 2:15. Maybe it was melancholy in the face of revisiting an old home at a time when the concept of "home" seems foreign. Maybe it was getting to spend time with cool, interesting people whose wavelength I can relate to, something that has become all too rare these days. Maybe it was finally coming down from my exquisite weekend with rafaela. But whatever it was, I was hit with a wave of loneliness that I still haven't clawed my way out of. I don't understand it. It'll pass, I'm sure; it just takes time. It always does.

Comments

[sibylla.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry that you've hit the down portion of things, honey, and I hope it passes soon. *hug*

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

*hug* Thanks. I'm working on it. Right as rain by morning, I think.

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

Big hug...

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

*hug*

[vaclav2.livejournal.com]

*poking my head out after a long hibernation*

I'll add another hug to the pile!
I can relate to melancholic drives down I-88. Glad to hear you coming out the other side of it.
And how's Annie?

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Omigod, it's you! Hi! *waves very enthusiastically* She's well; still doing what she's doing. By the way, the Green Earth is moving to where Uncle Buck's used to be, over by Red's Filling Station (3 times the floorspace), and the West Nesbitt building has been bulldozed to the ground, to make way for a new arts center. Oh, and there's not about 4 or 5 coffeehouses in town, dammit. And Gandolfini's place is history.