Fix me

*Note: I wrote this one on January 26, but I was too scared to post, but now that it's been some time, it's not as hard to post it nor as meaningful  In another sense, it's not as fresh as it was the day I wrote it, so I feel less vulnerable. Please forgive the lateness and the cheesiness, I was never quite finished with this one.


Goodbye.

I feel like all I've been saying lately are goodbyes.

Today it was "Goodbye J."

Goodbye J. When will we be in the same country again? I miss being in kindergarten.

Bye. Don't cry, I'll be home in a month. I miss your cooking.

Bye. I hope you have a great birthday. I miss our two hour car rides every day.

Bye. Don't grow up too fast. I miss you telling me how I suck at using technology.

Bye. Sometimes, I wish I didn't leave. I miss being close.

Bye. You amaze me. I miss seeing your stylishness each Sunday morning and your cakes.

Bye. I do wonder what it would be like to go to school with you. I miss teaching with you.

Bye. You are blessed with so much potential that you have yet to realize. I miss you driving me crazy.

Bye. You have blossomed into a beautiful dancer and young lady. I miss our early morning talks.

Bye. I am still astounded when I think back to that insane month of February. I miss rehearsals with you.


Most of my goodbyes are for a distance of 452 kilometres.
Compared to some people, that's nothing.

But, sometimes, it doesn't matter how far. Being separated at all is hard enough.

This time was different.

I didn't want to come back here. I didn't want to say goodbye.

And as I sit here with your suitcase, I wish you had come along to  deliver it.

So I could say-

Goodbye.
Don't leave.
Come back.

I miss you.


Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Someone, fix me.

Just a little more of a little bit of everything

I'm starting this blog to get a little more of many things, since it's the details that matter. That being said, these are the details of my thoughts, imaginings and everyday living.

Goal setting theory states that if one sets SMART goals, one can accomplish them.

Therefore, I will write a little bit of everything.

I suppose it will be like talking to myself. Thoughts, pieces of writing, everyday observations. Fascinating. Which brings us to the real reason I'm writing. There are much too many thoughts dancing around my head. Most of them don't belong there.

Thus, I will begin. Today is Tuesday. A wonderful, wonderful Tuesday. Two types of tea and lots of nostalgia kind of Tuesday. Cold, wintery, snowy. The Tuesday after Blue Monday.

Thank you for the push, J.