Seven years is a long time.
It's long enough to become the member of the family that can only be looked up to metaphorically. At some point along the way, Oldest, Middle, and Youngest have all felt the need to pull back from a hug to exclaim, "you're so little!" Relatively speaking, they are not wrong.
It's long enough to go from living under the same roof to the closest living most of the year nine and a half hours away and the furthest not living on the same date as the rest of us for most of our overlapping awake hours. The math has become tricky.
It's long enough to have lived a life on the run, full top-secret intrigue that I only once imagined might be real. And if it is, I still can't tell you. That's rule number one. So you'll never know for sure that it didn't happen.
It's long enough to have finally finished all the hidden cookies, both at home and at school, inducing an epic nap in my favorite spot on the sofa. One that makes Rumpelstiltskin look like an amateur. The location of the cookies has changed; the spot on the sofa has not.
It's long enough to not even try to explain or make excuses about where I've been, or more specifically, why I haven't been here. Or why I'm back. Or to wonder if waiting seven years was deliberate; a patient writer looking to reemerge with a clever title for a post.
Seven years is a long time indeed.
As you might imagine, I am absolutely GIDDY that you are writing here. The world is lucky to have your stories -- I am grateful. I love the way you spin words and the way you make them line up, leaving a smile or a snicker or a nod of understanding in their wake. You, my friend, are a writer. Can't wait to see what emerges here!ReplyDelete
PS -- This is the second time I'm leaving this comment. I'm not sure if the last one went through our not! :)
I am over the moon you are writing again. "... a patient writer looking to reemerge..." That's how I've felt at times, how did you know?ReplyDelete
"It's long enough to have lived a life on the run, full top-secret intrigue that I only once imagined might be real. And if it is, I still can't tell you. That's rule number one. So you'll never know for sure that it didn't happen."
So glad to hear your sly, clever voice again! The couch is the same and the cookies, too, even in a different location.
So many stories to capture and share over 7 years. Happy to hear the other Ruth is writing again too! :) ~michelleReplyDelete
Let me join the choir - Yay! You are back! I need more stories from the sofa, I have missed them!ReplyDelete
Your writing just flows. I love it!ReplyDelete
Congratulation to you. I am happy after reading your post that you have posted in this blog. Thanks for this wonderful post and hoping to post more of this.ReplyDelete