My car is buried in several inches of the latest snow storm to hit Shawnee. It’s also trapped, knowing that any attempt to make it up the snowy hill we live on would be futile.
Just like before…Spinning its wheels…going nowhere.
Today…I feel so trapped.
Trapped…via our apartment lease (no escape until Dec. 31, 2006), the necessity to work a full time job and freelance (me) and a full time job & part time job (Chris) just to make barely enough to scratch by…the never ending pile of medical bills from the last year…and while the air our bodies are breathing is here in the snowy, Pottery Barn landscape of Johnson county, our souls have traveled and remained in the diversity and acceptance of LA, in the peaceful and romantic mountains of Colorado…and our hearts have tossed seeds of hope into the sky, praying the wind will take them across the ocean…so maybe one day they will be springing up life…fruit…in the desperate city of Edinburgh.
God, I feel so much like my car.
Alone and stuck on this hill….spinning my wheels.
Going nowhere.