…aging on the way to old? Well that is too much. There is too much raw energy, too much bare anger and rage and all the feelings worn on the outside, showing, demanding we look.
Living in a constant state of flux is difficult, as the last year has proven to the whole world.
You know who lives in a constant state of flux?
Expats.
Once upon a time, on a late Friday afternoon, there was an itty bitty slip of a thing–or as itty bitty as a 5’9″, thirty year old woman could be. She was so teeny that she wasn’t even wearing a bra and there was no jiggling or jangling. It was like Miracle on 14th Street….
“I’ve had my baptism by fire . . . sometimes, I’m so angry I can’t even breathe.”
