(more)strange times in the life of Laura
So.
I keep going on about how happy I am here, how high on life I’ve been, how I stay awake at night because I’m too excited about life to sleep… I’m finding out some side effects of this emotional high… The… strangest… of which is my sudden ability to cry at the drop of a hat. Not cry like devastatingly sad cry-I haven’t been *sad* sad for a long time. Well, let me explain:
The first time it happened was when my sister April sent me pictures from home. I broke down crying, although I wasn’t sure why because I wasn’t *sad* I think it was a mixture of being happy to get pictures, being excited to see my family, missing my family, sad at how much of Sofia’s growth I missed, excitement at seeing her again, excitement about my nephew being born, excitement at being home, dread at leaving London, and confusion at all the conflicting emotion. Still those of you who know me well know that I normally wouldn’t cry over that. In fact I usually *never* cry.
Then I broke down over Le Mis. Yes that play is fucking amazing but I *never* cry at movies or plays. WTF? I was like “It’s just so beautiful!” at the end. It wasn’t sadness. I didn’t fucking cry after Brokeback mountain, but I bawled all the way to the tube stop over Le Mis? That was very very strange. Again, though, it wasn’t sad crying.
And now I was making my bed getting ready to go to bed when I found a letter Anna left me… it’s so sweet and touching I just started crying. I’m going to keep this letter and re-read it every time I feel sad from now on. Anna you’re such a sweetie, thank you so much!!
Maybe later I’ll quote from it so you all can understand why I was so touched… but for now I’m going to savour it alone. Wow. :-)
::sigh:: this crying thing is too weird. It makes me afraid for my going away party and my flying out. God I’m going to be a mess. When I see my family again too…
In the mean time though… ::dances around room:: ITCHY ITCHY ITCHY!!!!
Oh and Anna: I decided while falling asleep this afternoon that I’d rather have you than my bed and my loft :-)
I keep going on about how happy I am here, how high on life I’ve been, how I stay awake at night because I’m too excited about life to sleep… I’m finding out some side effects of this emotional high… The… strangest… of which is my sudden ability to cry at the drop of a hat. Not cry like devastatingly sad cry-I haven’t been *sad* sad for a long time. Well, let me explain:
The first time it happened was when my sister April sent me pictures from home. I broke down crying, although I wasn’t sure why because I wasn’t *sad* I think it was a mixture of being happy to get pictures, being excited to see my family, missing my family, sad at how much of Sofia’s growth I missed, excitement at seeing her again, excitement about my nephew being born, excitement at being home, dread at leaving London, and confusion at all the conflicting emotion. Still those of you who know me well know that I normally wouldn’t cry over that. In fact I usually *never* cry.
Then I broke down over Le Mis. Yes that play is fucking amazing but I *never* cry at movies or plays. WTF? I was like “It’s just so beautiful!” at the end. It wasn’t sadness. I didn’t fucking cry after Brokeback mountain, but I bawled all the way to the tube stop over Le Mis? That was very very strange. Again, though, it wasn’t sad crying.
And now I was making my bed getting ready to go to bed when I found a letter Anna left me… it’s so sweet and touching I just started crying. I’m going to keep this letter and re-read it every time I feel sad from now on. Anna you’re such a sweetie, thank you so much!!
Maybe later I’ll quote from it so you all can understand why I was so touched… but for now I’m going to savour it alone. Wow. :-)
::sigh:: this crying thing is too weird. It makes me afraid for my going away party and my flying out. God I’m going to be a mess. When I see my family again too…
In the mean time though… ::dances around room:: ITCHY ITCHY ITCHY!!!!
Oh and Anna: I decided while falling asleep this afternoon that I’d rather have you than my bed and my loft :-)