My sweet Momma got me these chairs for Christmas -4 in total. They have been stored at my parent's home since then waiting for me to move to the farm. Well as we all know that has not happened. So in what I can only explain as a motherly swift-kick to the pants to encourage me to embrace where I am, my Momma had them delivered to me last weekend.
Several times this week I have found myself sitting in one of these school chairs. writing words trying to explain all I feel, trying to work through the gap between what is reasonable to want, what I am truly grateful to have and what I cannot shake the desire for. Some of these words I have shared. Some I have tucked away till later.
So far the only conclusion I have come to is that these chairs are darn comfortable to sit in. That and that I should probably pick out a place where that bookshelf I have stored at my parents house is gonna go before it shows up on my door step. The rest remains a mystery.