From The Girl Who Chased The Moon by Sarah Addison Allen:
“I’m homesick all the time,” she said, still not looking at him. “I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon—just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.”
I have fought this feeling all my life. The feeling of never really belonging anywhere. The closest I came to feeling like I belonged somewhere was living in Albuquerque, NM. When the time came to move on, I fought it for a full year. I had been so happy there once. That last year, though, was a constant struggle and it was a relief to finally let go and move on.
I’m here and it doesn’t feel like home forever. It does feel like home for now cause my grandkids are here. What I’ll do when they mature I’m not sure.
“The last year of his and Stella’s marriage, he’d started leaving a fine black dust on everything he’d touched, proof of his black heart, Stella claimed. When she discovered the black dust on other women—sprinkled on the backs of their calves when they wore shorts on summer days, and behind their ears when they wore their hair up—Stella had finally kicked him out.”
I love the unusual concept of this and the way she has worded it.
“She always said that fashion should never be a factor in determining someone’s self-worth.”
And she was right.
“How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.”
And how tired I am.
“Don’t wait for the world to change, Emily, her mother used to say to her, sometimes in a frustrated voice. Change it yourself.”
Which reminds me of song lyrics I hate by someone who usually writes song lyrics I like.
“So we keep on waiting, waiting for the world to change.” John Mayer. John honey, get a clue. The world is not going to change if everyone just waits. You need to be the change you want to see in the world. (Ghandi-speak) Especially someone as visible as you.
OT - although this is my blog so how can it be off topic? Another song lyric I can not tolerate. I want to throw something every time I hear it.
“Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me.” Hey Dave Matthews, do you know how insulting that is? What’s under my skirt might be important but it is far from being my world!
She also made a reference in the book that I had to check out; Gothic revival pointed-arch windows - here they are:
I heard rumors that this one wasn’t as good as her others but I disagree. I thoroughly enjoyed and as you can see, I found a wealth of truths in it.