End of day one
Really in the long run I think these things are the greatest ways to research human studies on interaction. In ethics the last week we've been debating who individualized America is becoming so that children freak and throw tantrums when forced to have roommates in college and don't know how to share bedrooms and houses in marriage. That we're spoiled on space, where they used to pack many, and now lacking in those familial and societal bonds as well as compromise or compassion in such situations.
I was thinking in the dark last night. About the section I removed from the post a few before this, the commentary on Sherman and Kat. But it caused me to stumble on something that made me stop. Four years ago this time I was house hunting with a boyfriend I hadn't even had for a year, in a relationship that was we both knew was only supposed to last three months. I have come so far from that scared, shattered, desperate person. At three months I knew the same as three years. Looking back on our song I see the replicant message of our entire relationship.
Everything was a clear picture we were just too close to see.
What does that say of now? The conversations, errors, compensations and compromises. Of the words and thoughts I keep inside myself still?
Soon My Girl will be living not even a mile from me, which makes me think of the house, of gardens and children. There will be so much that needs to be done with her. Places and people and just getting to hang out. Having her there down the street on my hard nights, because she is my person. My Girl. I don't even have words for the joy I feel about that incoming blessing.
Wake-up is only a few hours away though, so I'm going to catch some sleep.
Love to you all
Krino e Elo
I was thinking in the dark last night. About the section I removed from the post a few before this, the commentary on Sherman and Kat. But it caused me to stumble on something that made me stop. Four years ago this time I was house hunting with a boyfriend I hadn't even had for a year, in a relationship that was we both knew was only supposed to last three months. I have come so far from that scared, shattered, desperate person. At three months I knew the same as three years. Looking back on our song I see the replicant message of our entire relationship.
Everything was a clear picture we were just too close to see.
What does that say of now? The conversations, errors, compensations and compromises. Of the words and thoughts I keep inside myself still?
Soon My Girl will be living not even a mile from me, which makes me think of the house, of gardens and children. There will be so much that needs to be done with her. Places and people and just getting to hang out. Having her there down the street on my hard nights, because she is my person. My Girl. I don't even have words for the joy I feel about that incoming blessing.
Wake-up is only a few hours away though, so I'm going to catch some sleep.
Love to you all
Krino e Elo