I’m emptying my suitcase, to better pack for the upcoming trip. It ended up being filled with random and assorted things that had not found their way anywhere else…
…two frogs and a squeaky turtle, things I’ve been meaning to send to Deb for years. Maybe I’ll do that today, when I go by the post office. Pretty certain I still have her address around here somewhere…
…two bags of tea from The Fairmont, along with the receipt, and a ticket from Lush telling me what day my facial and massage was, from when I visited Michael in Victoria…
…a letter from Lisa, thanking me for being her friend…
…stamp cards for espresso at the on-campus Tully’s, along with several other rewards cards. Maybe I’ll send them to the CHID department and let them decide what to do with them.
…hair ties made by Christi…
…fig hand lotion from Cynthia, a gift she gave me at Megan and Tom’s wedding, remembering for over a year how much I loved the scent on her…
…nail polish from Jessica’s apartment, and a necklace of hers that Stax gave me recently,…
As I tossed and turned last night, I thought about how Albany has been pulling me, strongly, growing stronger since I visited and accepted. I thought about how Seattle is a memory, virtual distance increasing daily, fading in its intensity. About how removed I feel from everyone’s daily life, how I have so little contact with people I used to interact with frequently.
Everything is made to be broken, cliche’s abound, and nothing lasts forever. Yet I sit to unpack and repack, and I cannot escape how the threads of the tapestry of my life are the individual strands of each of you, strands that pull and stretch, but are far from being cut, and will forever inform the colours of the clothe I am.
…and I thought what I felt was simple, and I thought that I don’t belong, and now that I am leaving, now I know that I did something wrong cuz I missed you, yeah yeah I missed you…
I miss you.
loves you.