Boots Talk - O'i
Tomorrow I will add posts on Composting, but
for now I need to step back from all of this for a moment. This book, Making
It: Radical Home-Ec for a Post Consumer World, may very well change my life.
On June 6, 2013, Kale proposed a radical idea for our future - that we move to
Hawaii in two years time. And to boot, he laid out the groundwork in order to do
it. We were heading towards ruin, based on my own proposal not a week before,
that we get separate bank accounts and he should sleep on the couch.
I can't sleep when he's not in the bed. (Is it funny that I used to not be able to sleep with him in the bed? No, not really. That's beside the point.) I made a proposal that we do something drastic, that we should change our lives for a trial period of time to see how it turned out. After an evening of dark talks and weeping, the plan was pushed under the bed, and we both slept on it (so to speak). My plan by the wayside (yet unforgettable and probably unforgivable), Kale introduced a dream he has for himself, our children, and me. We will sell practically everything, except for the practical things, and leave this desolate wasteland of Kentucky blue for the practical paradise of Hawaii.
The conversation we had at My Guadalajara on that Thursday during lunch hour plays out in my mind on repeat. The look in his eyes, the desperation we both spoke of, and the boiling feeling of happiness that warmed me when I realized he will take me with him and that I am imperative to this plan keeps me going, even if it has only been one week to the day.
It is two weeks to the day of my proposal and though it is still very real, the distance from it is growing and we are growing closer again. I love you, Kale. Even if you don't read this blog or contribute a single link to it, know that I am striving for a decent change in our lives and I am committed to making these ideas our reality.
I'll try to tell you about this later, with words from my mouth. But, sometimes the words come out all wrong.
I can't sleep when he's not in the bed. (Is it funny that I used to not be able to sleep with him in the bed? No, not really. That's beside the point.) I made a proposal that we do something drastic, that we should change our lives for a trial period of time to see how it turned out. After an evening of dark talks and weeping, the plan was pushed under the bed, and we both slept on it (so to speak). My plan by the wayside (yet unforgettable and probably unforgivable), Kale introduced a dream he has for himself, our children, and me. We will sell practically everything, except for the practical things, and leave this desolate wasteland of Kentucky blue for the practical paradise of Hawaii.
The conversation we had at My Guadalajara on that Thursday during lunch hour plays out in my mind on repeat. The look in his eyes, the desperation we both spoke of, and the boiling feeling of happiness that warmed me when I realized he will take me with him and that I am imperative to this plan keeps me going, even if it has only been one week to the day.
It is two weeks to the day of my proposal and though it is still very real, the distance from it is growing and we are growing closer again. I love you, Kale. Even if you don't read this blog or contribute a single link to it, know that I am striving for a decent change in our lives and I am committed to making these ideas our reality.
I'll try to tell you about this later, with words from my mouth. But, sometimes the words come out all wrong.
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