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On my eighth attempt to defeat this particular prompt, I think I am finally getting somewhere useful. (The trick seems to have been, somewhat counter-intuitively, to add more characters.) However, it still refuses to end in a nicely compact amount of words. I think I need to just give up and acknowledge that it's going to be a fic rather than a ficlet. *sigh*
At least this version doesn't want to be a novel, which is what attempt #2 was trying to grow into.
(I could have filled the prompt in about 100 to 150 words weeks ago. It's exactly the kind of thing that lends itself to a drabble or a three-sentence ficlet, both of which are about distilling an idea to its most concentrated form. But there's a 500-word minimum for Ladies Bingo fills, and dammit, I am going to follow the rules.)
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In other news, I have a tentative schedule for my summer vacation -- namely, the middle two weeks of June. The idea is to be at the cabin for roughly a week, but also to spend two or three days in the Twin Cities with Nick at either the front or back end of the trip. That is both because of general yay siblings!!! stuff (getting to hang out without sharing a roof with our parents) and because Nick is still campaigning for me to move to Minnesota.
I am starting to lean more toward saying yes to that idea, honestly. I mean, I love Ithaca! Ithaca is ridiculous and great and has been my home for... literally more than half my life, now? Wow, yeah, nineteen years and I'm thirty-seven. I love my apartment and I've gotten pretty attached to my little garden patch and stuff. And it is flat-out wonderful to live just a few blocks from a waterfall.
But while I love the city and the region, and I am attached to my congregation, I never did manage to make solid meatspace friendships here, and I miss living near people I can just casually go watch a movie with, or take a nature walk, or try out a new restaurant for dinner. And my whole family does have extensive ties to and history with Minnesota.
...
I dunno, it's still very much up in the air and I'm not about to cancel my lease and drive halfway across the country with no warning. But it's starting to feel like something I really could do in 2020 instead of a castle-in-the-sky dream.
At least this version doesn't want to be a novel, which is what attempt #2 was trying to grow into.
(I could have filled the prompt in about 100 to 150 words weeks ago. It's exactly the kind of thing that lends itself to a drabble or a three-sentence ficlet, both of which are about distilling an idea to its most concentrated form. But there's a 500-word minimum for Ladies Bingo fills, and dammit, I am going to follow the rules.)
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In other news, I have a tentative schedule for my summer vacation -- namely, the middle two weeks of June. The idea is to be at the cabin for roughly a week, but also to spend two or three days in the Twin Cities with Nick at either the front or back end of the trip. That is both because of general yay siblings!!! stuff (getting to hang out without sharing a roof with our parents) and because Nick is still campaigning for me to move to Minnesota.
I am starting to lean more toward saying yes to that idea, honestly. I mean, I love Ithaca! Ithaca is ridiculous and great and has been my home for... literally more than half my life, now? Wow, yeah, nineteen years and I'm thirty-seven. I love my apartment and I've gotten pretty attached to my little garden patch and stuff. And it is flat-out wonderful to live just a few blocks from a waterfall.
But while I love the city and the region, and I am attached to my congregation, I never did manage to make solid meatspace friendships here, and I miss living near people I can just casually go watch a movie with, or take a nature walk, or try out a new restaurant for dinner. And my whole family does have extensive ties to and history with Minnesota.
...
I dunno, it's still very much up in the air and I'm not about to cancel my lease and drive halfway across the country with no warning. But it's starting to feel like something I really could do in 2020 instead of a castle-in-the-sky dream.
