June 24, 2014 11:57 pm
The title of this post pretty much says it all …
I’M DONE!
Two words (well, actually, three words if you break apart the apostrophe) that tell nothing (really) … and encompass everything.
I’m done with WHAT?
I’m done with the low-flying planes that incessantly fly overhead all day/all night long to and from the airport that is a measly six miles away. They say good-night to me as I lay in bed and weave their constant hum into my dreams and wake me well before I want to be awakened. I’m done with rearranging my crystal so the stemware doesn’t clink together when the big planes fly a certain pattern. I’m done with them.
I’m done with the Midwest’s oppressive heat/brutal winters/torrential downpours/frigid temps/heavy shoveling/sultry humidity/muggy-sticky-I-need-another-shower summer days/and short seasons (except winter). I’m done with them, as well.
I’m done with the traffic … the horrendous traffic that is made even more awful and intolerable by the Midwest heat/brutal winters/torrential downpours/frigid temps/sultry humidity/and muggy-sticky-I-need-another-shower summer days … as well as by the awful drivers who are: un-licensed, too old, too slow, too unknowing, too something. I’m done. Thank God, I’m done!
I’m done with the complacency … the attitude by too many that good enough is A-Okay, top-notch, and well, good enough. I find it abjectly pathetic that “the bar” is set so low. I’m done with trying to understand.
I’m done with listening to the crime statistics which state a bad weekend is 48 (known) shootings in the city, a typical one is 22, and a good one is under 8. I’m done with hearing about children being shot at as they walk to/from school. I’m done with hearing about the random shootings that kill innocents. I’m done. Disgusted at why people treat each other as they do … and done with wondering why it’s so prevalent here.
I’m done with hearing about the politicians who are caught with their hands in someone else’s pocket. And they aren’t reaching for a mint, either. The standing joke is that IL politicians serve two terms … one in office, one in prison. And those that are convicted end up in CO facilities. So much for IL taxes at work. I’m done with trying not to be shocked by what seems to be shrugged off as “normal”. I’m done with it.
I’m done with the mentality of a small town that requires a parking sticker to park on your street. A small town that requires you to cut down a tree then fines you for cutting down said tree. A small town that charges you to move OUT of your own home. I’m done with the small town that taxes its home owners 3x what I was taxed in another state for 1/3 of the house I used to have. I’m done with trying to figure this place out!
I’m done with trying to talk to people at the grocery store … the same ones I have seen – on a consistent basis over the past two years – who look at me like I’ve got 3 eyeballs and antennae sprouting from my head every time I try to engage them in conversation. It’s called friendly chit-chat people! I’m not an alien! I’m done.
I’m done with so much else, as well … but I’m done bitching about it. I’m just done.
And, more importantly than all that … I’m done with my packing. We are at T-minus 2 days and counting for the moving van! I will leave this all behind me and go West, just as Horace Greeley said, and move into my new island home and feed my soul and nurture my spirit and breathe the air and savor the silence and joyfully welcome each fabulous day and savor the beauty of the area around me. The adventure begins in 2 days …
And in the meantime … stick a fork in me … I’m DONE!