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I spent ages on the phone with Alex and then Lizzers on Christmas day. It was REALLY nice to hear their voices, and I'm sure, very expensive.
For a moment I had to step away from the phone. When Alex started telling me about the tree being in this room and the family running around that room and so on, this mental image of the house and streaking through it with Millie and Sophie in chase, dogs barking, flooded my head. It was a pretty powerful image filled with memories...coming home drunk from a club in Hereford and fucking like bunnies, laying out on the trampoline as Millie - dressed in pink tights and a cape (uh, she's 17) bounced around us singing, walking outside at 3am after a thunderstorm passed to see Heggies and the other horses, racing with Alex through the house to make sure we hadn't burned food - and then having a rug slip and dump me sideways while my girlfriend LAUGHED.
For a long while this quarter I've been depressed about England, but all these memories keep coming back and I feel a lot better.
Lizzy wants to be par of the MET! I told her if I moved back I would sign up before her and be her boss...there was this long low "Noooooooooooooooooouuuggggghhhh" LOL. Being a bobby would be a pretty good job and would definitely get me into the community but wow, never thought I'd head into law enforcement - that would make three, evening the family out as far as cops vs. lawyers :) We're "the man"...
Lizzy also spent Christmas at Dans, which was pretty surprising. When it came down to it she still felt this manic back and forth of sadness to be away from family, but happiness to be with Dan for a major holiday - I hadn't really thought about that, but wow...I spent a lot of time with the Boogaert's during the holidays, or the Blau's, it would be SO strange to do holiday's with another family.
And lastly...Contra-Mestre sent me a Christmas that almost made me cry.
Being at home has been important. Every day I get stronger because the people around me, Casquinha, Deborah, Alex, Mrs. Smith, Mr. Boogaert, Desiree, Father Blessing, Henri, and my family - support me.
The little mistakes I make in life are not going to stop me. It's so easy to focus on the bad things, your mistakes, but for every mistake I've made I've done five or ten things right, made them beautiful. As Mestre Ralil said, "we judge a capoeirista based on ALL facets of their training" - I'm definitely doing things right, even if I can refine a couple items here or there.
For a moment I had to step away from the phone. When Alex started telling me about the tree being in this room and the family running around that room and so on, this mental image of the house and streaking through it with Millie and Sophie in chase, dogs barking, flooded my head. It was a pretty powerful image filled with memories...coming home drunk from a club in Hereford and fucking like bunnies, laying out on the trampoline as Millie - dressed in pink tights and a cape (uh, she's 17) bounced around us singing, walking outside at 3am after a thunderstorm passed to see Heggies and the other horses, racing with Alex through the house to make sure we hadn't burned food - and then having a rug slip and dump me sideways while my girlfriend LAUGHED.
For a long while this quarter I've been depressed about England, but all these memories keep coming back and I feel a lot better.
Lizzy wants to be par of the MET! I told her if I moved back I would sign up before her and be her boss...there was this long low "Noooooooooooooooooouuuggggghhhh" LOL. Being a bobby would be a pretty good job and would definitely get me into the community but wow, never thought I'd head into law enforcement - that would make three, evening the family out as far as cops vs. lawyers :) We're "the man"...
Lizzy also spent Christmas at Dans, which was pretty surprising. When it came down to it she still felt this manic back and forth of sadness to be away from family, but happiness to be with Dan for a major holiday - I hadn't really thought about that, but wow...I spent a lot of time with the Boogaert's during the holidays, or the Blau's, it would be SO strange to do holiday's with another family.
And lastly...Contra-Mestre sent me a Christmas that almost made me cry.
Being at home has been important. Every day I get stronger because the people around me, Casquinha, Deborah, Alex, Mrs. Smith, Mr. Boogaert, Desiree, Father Blessing, Henri, and my family - support me.
The little mistakes I make in life are not going to stop me. It's so easy to focus on the bad things, your mistakes, but for every mistake I've made I've done five or ten things right, made them beautiful. As Mestre Ralil said, "we judge a capoeirista based on ALL facets of their training" - I'm definitely doing things right, even if I can refine a couple items here or there.