running in place

so tuesday was my last appointment with my psychologist, helene. i'm terribly bummed that she's moving. at the same time, i feel like i'm entering some kind of graduate area in which i may be able to not see a therapist all the time.

that being said, i already have another one lined up. just need to find time to call my insurance provider and make sure that she's covered, even tho it says she is on the site. oh well.

there's this ongoing list of shit that i have to get done--around the house, with bills, you name it. living just as an adult is a freaking full time job--without the regular nine to five cubeland drudge. it's invoices for your heat, credits and debits, paperwork and filing and stamps and envelope licking.

i need an assistant.

course the job description would suck, and i doubt that i'd want it, myself.

"amateur thirty-year-old looking for professional assistant to organize, de-clutterize, and manage her life. must be willing to do dishes, vacuum the stairs, pay bills online, clip coupons, and clean out the litterbox as needed. other duties may apply, including pedicures, facials, general primping in the morning prior to work, and ironing. this is a volunteer position. if you are interested, please call...blah blah blah..."

yeah, sign me up for that one.

when i was a kid my sisters and i all shared a room--the three of us, pretending we were in college and in a dorm room all at the same time. you grow up and find out that you actually can't live with your sisters anymore, not because of the miles between you but because of the time between you--the time spent with other friends, growing up in your own ways.

my sisters and i are like three shrubs at the nursery. we're all marked with the same tag. but we're all different shapes, too. i'm short and round, my sister is tall and lovely, and another is slender and svelte. we all belong in different places--perhaps i'm for under a window, beth is for near the stairs, and sara's for sitting by a doorway, framing the height.

or something like that. it's been a long week, cut me some slack.

anyway, i think back on those days and i wish that it could be as easy as we dreamed--living together, going out dancing, sharing all our secrets between us. the bond is still strong--apparently mitochondrial dna is a much more solid glue than anything else. i don't usually see men figuring these things out on their own, let alone being able to voice them.

last night we went out to dinner for craig's birthday, at ichiban's, a japanese steakhouse downtown minneapolis. dan and i took the train; it was cheaper and easier--no battling traffic or finding a parking space. the dinner was a great deal of fun, although a bit pricier than i'd normally imagine spending. afterwards we walked back to the train, as the rain pattered down, and then got on the train and meandered home.

sitting here making a mental list of the stuff to be done around the house, i think of how i would like to be able to curl up with a cup of cocoa with my sisters, and share the story of such a lovely night--holding hands in the rain, laughing at the teppanyaki chef, drinking ice cold chilled sake. it's something that i will always remember.

nowdays it's harder to share things with my sisters. i think it's that pool of unknown time between us, the fact that we are shaped so differently after all these years. sometimes i feel as though i have run in place--that i am still running in place--being the oldest, wanting to help them, protect them, pick them up.

at night, sleeping in the same room as children, we shared the same air. we woke up talking to each other in our sleep. when i got to college and slept alone in the room for the first time, i slept poorly, waking often without the reassuring hum of siblings. i suppose that is where i would find that same childhood solace again, sleeping dark and formless.

it makes me wonder if they also feel that same marathon, neverending adulthood, the scales balanced?