unrest

I returned from the Gulf Islands Film and Television school on Saturday night. My sister and I went together. Our plan was to spend time together, collaborate and have a good time. All three missions were accomplished. We also managed to to some social drinking (prior to arriving at the school which is dry dry dry) and sleep depriving. Editing our documentary with a team of four people took close to eleven hours! The irony is that our documentary is about napping, something we did very little of during our process.

The unrest of the past week is transferring into the current one. I'm feeling my age. Where recovering from an all-night-all-dayer in the past would have been a matter of 12 hours of unconsciousness and a greasy breakfast, I'm finding it hard - at the ripe age of thirty - to shake this deep fatigue. Oh, I'm so tired.

It was also a shock to the system to adjust to being alone in my apartment again. This three room bachelorette seems palatial compared the logging-camp style of lodgings at GIFTS. But more than the space is what fills it. The week we attended was a mixed bag of youth and adults, though the youth did outnumber the adults five to one. There was ALWAYS someone around. Always action. Music playing, chatter, snoring, sleeptalking, creaking, you name it. My first night home I had to sleep with the TV on.

Being with my sister this past week was so comforting. And efficient! One would do the morning dishes while the other made the tea. We would shower in adjoining stalls, passing shampoo and soap over the top. We would toss ideas around and talk or be quiet or whatever. This, I thought, this is the kind of companionship I long for. Comfortable. Familial. Intellectually stimulating. Fun. Fun, we laughed a lot.

Seeing her off at the airport was sad. So sad that we live far apart. But in the words of my wise wise friend Itai, being apart allows us to enjoy the time we have together even more.