It's late. I'm exhausted. I am sitting here looking at the pictures that line my walls along the ceiling. Pictures of places I have gone, things I've done and people I love.
And that's where it gets me. I am having this slightly catastrophic empathy girl attack.. To the point that I actually broke down tonight. That was a first in a long time.
But that's neither here nor there.
For the moment, I am considering my friends. My wonderful amazing friends that I have all over the world.
I talk to my London friends and they are adamant about my return.
Charlie is always catching me up on his life and I constantly consider how far we've come from early days in the warehouse.
Laura texted me a few days ago: '"Amanda is coming!" It's like the Santa Claus song of he's coming to town.. I am so happy. I want you hereeee." It made me so happy and made me feel so loved.
I talked to Scott this week and he tried to dispute a trip to London for a trip to Seattle instead.
I was totally wrecked today and while in this total empathetic state I thought of who I could contact and first that came to mind was German-- my polar opposite in his apathetic state. I needed it, even for just the moment.
I have moved a lot. I am slightly more nomadic than my friends, but in the course of this I have found the most amazing people. And I love them so greatly, so deeply, that I feel that I might burst.
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