Fevered.
Toronto has been wonderful to me. And it's only been 2 days since my return. Yes, the weather and climate sucks; yes, it's excessively noisy anywhere you go; yes, it's filled with a lot of very weird people -- but I'll be damned, it's my one true home and I'm glad to be back.
The days and nights that have already passed, as fulfilling and joyful as they have been, have also been a time of nostalgia and angst. Not the pointless, wallowing kind, however. The sort of angst that your middle gets filled up with everytime you have to say goodbye to a friend who is leaving to another city for quite some time, or even simply when you have to say goodbye to a lover quietly and secretly returning home.
Life, obviously and undeniably, is a funny thing. 18 years certainly doesn't sound like a lot but sometimes people tend to forget it's all proportionate and ultimately, there are more amazing memories with these people I speak of then I can even begin to try to reaccount. So-called "adults" come to a point where they have lived to an age where their memories and cherished moments at these tender ages begin to dissipate. Already, we realize it has begun to happen to us -- whether it's due to intoxicants or not. It's for this reason that I feel no shame dwelling on the changes that will come over the next year. I'm going to hold on the best I can to each and every single one of you, because even those teary-eyed moments of saying 'goodbyes', it's not enough to put across just how much every person has touched my life in their own individual way.
To those I have already had to say goodbye to -- for the meantime -- I, once again, bid you farewell and best wishes until we see each other again. (Which won't be too long, I should mention.) To those I still have some time with before you depart wherever life is taking you, let's continue to acknowledge and remember all the great times we've spent together; in passing, in conversation, or otherwise.
These times, sadly, are not literally "unforgetable", as that happens naturally with age, but the longer that communication link is open and the more we take a minute to laugh about the good ol' days, the stronger and more secure our future will be together. With the love and happiness I witnessed tonight, it's bound to be a good one.
Last, but certainly not least, thank you.
The days and nights that have already passed, as fulfilling and joyful as they have been, have also been a time of nostalgia and angst. Not the pointless, wallowing kind, however. The sort of angst that your middle gets filled up with everytime you have to say goodbye to a friend who is leaving to another city for quite some time, or even simply when you have to say goodbye to a lover quietly and secretly returning home.
Life, obviously and undeniably, is a funny thing. 18 years certainly doesn't sound like a lot but sometimes people tend to forget it's all proportionate and ultimately, there are more amazing memories with these people I speak of then I can even begin to try to reaccount. So-called "adults" come to a point where they have lived to an age where their memories and cherished moments at these tender ages begin to dissipate. Already, we realize it has begun to happen to us -- whether it's due to intoxicants or not. It's for this reason that I feel no shame dwelling on the changes that will come over the next year. I'm going to hold on the best I can to each and every single one of you, because even those teary-eyed moments of saying 'goodbyes', it's not enough to put across just how much every person has touched my life in their own individual way.
To those I have already had to say goodbye to -- for the meantime -- I, once again, bid you farewell and best wishes until we see each other again. (Which won't be too long, I should mention.) To those I still have some time with before you depart wherever life is taking you, let's continue to acknowledge and remember all the great times we've spent together; in passing, in conversation, or otherwise.
These times, sadly, are not literally "unforgetable", as that happens naturally with age, but the longer that communication link is open and the more we take a minute to laugh about the good ol' days, the stronger and more secure our future will be together. With the love and happiness I witnessed tonight, it's bound to be a good one.
Last, but certainly not least, thank you.