When I read an article about New Orleans' comeback after recovering from Hurricane Katrina, I was homesick for a city I loved but had never lived in. I remembered my last manic episode, during which I was convinced the conspiracy included my family finally moving to my crush city. We were in New Orleans visiting my husband's parents and I knew the grand plan would be revealed any moment--our new home, the kids' new schools, my husband's new job.
But there was no plan to relocate. There was no conspiracy. There was just a woman with an illness that made her recognize her longings with a sort of dappled clarity like sunlight sneaking between the leaves of trees.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir project exploring memories and moments from every day of the year. Multiple years from my life are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my August 29s.