I’ve been thinking alot about my life these days. Hell, when do we ever NOT think about it I suppose. But more specifically how I lived my life pre-30 and how I live my life now post-30. So I thought it would be fun to write a letter directed to my younger pre-30 self on things I wished I knew THEN that I know now. Perhaps one day I can give this letter to my (imaginary future) daughter and spare her the pain of what we think will occur during and post-30 time frame.
Who knows how long I’ve loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to, I will.
For if I ever saw you
I didn’t catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we’re together
Love you when we’re apart.
And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
Oh, you know, I will
Friends — its been quite some time since I last posted anything. Sincere apologies. To the credit of my blog — I’m pretty sure that ONE person who is out there that actually READS this — is doing quite fine without. In any case, here I am….STILL. There is much to be updated on and much to blog about.
More then half of the 2011 year has quickly swiped by and its certainly amazing at how much has happened and changed. So here is a picture montage of the past few months: 1) Its a nice way to quickly visualize some past events and 2) I’m simply lazy . So let’s begin….
Catching up with old high school friends at the circus.
In the end, this year has been a fruitful and productive one — filled with massive change and new introductions. But one thing became clear — life is NEVER the same. Change is good — isn’t it? It brings us perspective and allows us to reflect as well as appreciate those happy memories while still look forward to the possibility of the future.
And this year was certainly the year of the baby. Seven friends told me they were expecting. Four of which have already given birth. All but one lives far enough away that it would take a minimum plane ride to visit each of my honorary nieces/nephews. Its scary really. The idea that friends that I’ve known since the age of 12 (in some cases) are having babies. Babies! They no longer live the young carefree life. Hell, they no longer live the single life. But they are becoming mommys and daddys — and excellent ones at that. Here’s to them growing up and me unleashing scandalous stories about their parents. Wheee!
And while attempting to resume back to normal life here in Boston — I’ve made several pilgrimages to Trader Joe’s desiring the basics: milk, juice, eggs. Easy right? Well not so much when folks freak out with severe pandemonium that another snowstorm will cripple the city. Its as if I’m reliving south Florida hurricane paranoia all over again — the insanely long lines at the supermarkets and gas stations. Minimal to no amount of basic items and bare shelves with only crappy foods left to purchase. Snow (to me) doesn’t seem too malicious compared to brute force wind and rain ranging from 30-100+ mph. Yea, long periods of fluffy white stuff — not so much.
Donovan – A Gift From a Flower To a Garden
Mirah – (a)spera
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting such a long time….”
Its been this way for YEARS in every city and every place of residence. This relationship protocol has seemed to have halted temporarily however seeing I have been receiving messages from my current post man. Let me explain. My current place of residence has been a new experience — in that its a much older building then what I’ve lived in the past. I like to call it vintage styled with its old hard wood floors, small walk-up feel and housing only six apartments total. Its charming and quaint and I find myself working beside the bay windows much of the time. Its got that neighborhood charm.