Wednesday, August 24, 2011

not with the fire in me now

You are walking home, midway between slovenly and respectable. And you realise that this, this village and this house feel as much like home as any of the 13 (or so) have. You will be thirty soon, you will be an uncle-in-law even sooner. You see more and more of your friends and you make new ones and you read good things all the time. Your mood can always be lifted by music, as is required. It is hard, at this precise moment, to think of a different step you might ever have taken. You are growing accustomed to the glow of your room in the morning. Summer is ending, but it feels like it is only breaking out.

5 comment(s):

Conan Drumm said...

It's a great thing to know when you're happy. Long may it continue.

Radge said...

I like that very much.

KFS said...

I know that feeling. I always thought life was supposed to get harder and a bit shit after 23 (or something), but it just keeps getting better.

Annie said...

I'm going to feel like this before the year is out

Andrew said...

Thanks for the comments, good citizens. I thought this post might be a bit on the cheddar side, but reckoned I might as well put it up for exactly the reason that Conan has stated.