I started this post almost two years ago with a completely different interpretation of these lyrics. At the time, I had just had my second miscarriage, was commuting an hour each way to a job I loathed, and had been living in Daly City (Land of the Dementors) for almost a year. I think it's an understatement to say I was depressed. We were moving to Marin county, where my husband's boring job, most of our friends, and the SUN all lived, and I was quitting my awful job. While I was glad of those few things, I was sad to be signing yet another lease so far from home (Kansas), nervous about the future of our finances, and emotionally broken in half.
Today, I sit here listening to my precious 8-month old son sing himself to sleep, in my parents' loft in Kansas City, and my commute consists of a trip from the kitchen to my desk. My husband works for a firm he loves, I'm my own boss, we're shopping for a house to buy, can see family any time we want, and are all but holding hands and skipping through our days, we're so dang happy. Man, does that put things in perspective...
I've been having a pity party all day because of {what I now realize are} some {very} minor inconveniences. Thinking about that time in my life snapped things into focus. I am so. grateful. Before, the houseboat in Sausalito represented a quiet place to hide out and nurse my wounds. I wanted to sleep because being awake was just too hard. Now, it sounds like a great vacation, or maybe a retirement plan. I'd still love some more sleep than I'm getting, ha, but I actually feel awake.
