You know, I just wonder where she goes. Everybody has places to go, but it’s different with her.
I’m just lounging around and I’ll see her fumble down the stairs with a bag full of who knows what and she’ll zoom out the door. I’ve noticed that she’ll start to tense, let things fester and build up and she gets to the point where you think she might break and then she’ll take her little trip.
As housemates, we don’t interact too much, but I see her and she doesn’t try to hide her emotions. I’m sure she would find it pretty taxing. There are quite a few of us living in the house. Unless we throw a party or she decides to take part in Friday night movie/pizza bonding time, I don’t spend a lot of time with her.
But the weirdest thing is when she comes back.
She comes back covered in earth.In dirt and leaves and sticks in her hair & completely revived, full of beautiful and growing life. I imagine her with her bag full of problems, digging a hole and dumping them in the ground and letting the earth take care of it.