Month: November 2018

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Let Go

It’s cold outside, but I’ve missed the food stalls too much, and the sky is clear and bright, so I decide to go eat in the museum’s gardens.

For a minute there, I think this might be a perfectly amazing day after all. I have a nice chat with the colleagues, who actually look happy to see me, and maybe, with the new year, will come new horizons?

Yeah, no. Royal approaches, and the colleagues scatter like a disturbed swarm of flies. And right there, right then…

I get fired.

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Cluttered Office

Welcome to my office at the museum! It’s underground, and no one bothers me here, including when it comes to letting me live in the mess that I deem necessary to my workflow.

Boxes upon boxes filled with styrofoam beads and whatever artifact me and some other museum are sending to one another; piles of books taller than my respect for some of my coworkers; portraits of long forgotten people by some talented but anonymous artists I aim to learn more about; replicas of statues from my travels — or sometimes, the original thing… If I had to list everything, we’d still be here by New Year’s Eve, next year.

The most important thing about it is, it’s warm, it’s mine, it’s my safe haven, and I enjoy working there.

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Snow on the Museum

And here we are… the Windenburg Museum. Used to be my favorite place in the world, and even now, sick with anxiety, I have to stop and marvel at its beauty under the layer of snow the blizzard has left behind. It’s still snowing, but here in Windenburg, the snow is now delicate, soft, magical.

For a minute I forget all about being anxious and everything is perfect again. How can you not feel at peace in such a landscape?

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Battling the Blizzard

I think this moment, this exact moment, as I’m struggling against the wind to even cross the street in front of my house, hoping the cars can see me through the fog, is the first time I realize, I want to be able to choose if I want to do this or not.

In the meantime, though, I’ll have to keep bracing myself against the overzealous snowflakes whether I like it or not.

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Anxiety-induced Archeology.

It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep.

Tomorrow I have to go to the Museum for the first day after the winter break, which The Boss made clear I was not allowed to miss.

The only thing that keeps me sane is the thought that no one can make me get out of my underground office if I don’t want to. I’ll just keep working there.

In the meantime, what does one do when one can’t sleep?

Study old vases.

At least it gives me the focus to stop my hands from shaking. I really don’t want to go.

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Chit-Chats

Mom and Gram are spending more and more time together these days. And it’s always the same thing — they hush the minute I walk in, they exchange glances that wouldn’t look out of place in a spy movie, but from what they’ll let you hear, or see from afar, it looks captivating.

If I’m being completely honest, I’m sort of jealous. I know Gram is Mom’s grandmother before she is mine, and I know that obviously, they had a close relationship decades before I could say the words “great-grandmother,” but still. I feel excluded, and excluded by two people who’ve cherished me all my life, to boot.

I also feel bloody curious.

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Nounou is sick again. Again.

There is no denying that Nounou is getting older. Mom has to leave in a hurry, before Gram has even gone home, because he is sick again. In the middle of the Winter holidays, at such a late hour, the only place that will accept them is the Brindleton Bay Pawspital and its emergency care.

Somehow, even in the middle of the night and while you’re scared for the life of your pet, the place still manages to look warm, happy, and welcoming.

I guess that’s part of their customer service.

Anyway, Nounou is fine when he leaves, and that’s all that matters.