I just had a surreal moment. My turtle, Sadie Lou, passed away suddenly this afternoon. I know, I'm pretty choked up about it too. Admittedly I didn't clean her tank/feed her as often as I should have, but I still didn't expect her to die.
But that wasn't what was surreal.
The moment happened as my aunt and I were burying Sadie in the backyard. It just hit me that this was a mark that I was leaving in Virginia. It was something tangible that said I'd lived, breathed, grieved, experienced here in Virginia. Her grave is like a morbid "Trudy Wuz Here" graffitied onto the earth.
I guess this affected me so much because normally any kind of monumental moment like this would either be happening at home with my family or at school with my friends. Instead her death passed quietly in the mountains of Virginia with an aunt I'm just starting to get to know. From now on, no matter where I go or what I do there is a piece of me buried here. And that's just weird, right?
Where else am I going to leave marks? Who am I going to leave them with? Will I ever be able to keep a turtle alive?
Oh, life's unanswerable questions.
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