Category Archives: family & friends

the return

Over nine years ago, my mother and I drove my sister to the airport, we were almost late (as we often are) and tensions were high. We were saying goodbye. We straggled to the security gates, waited and shuffled in the line up until my mother and I could go no further without a ticket, my sister, antsy to get on with it (she’s not very good with emotional exposure) we were all quiet.

My mother hugged and proclaimed her support and proud-ness of her daughter moving to Manchester to finish off her last year of school abroad, and I remained quiet. Said my goodbyes, with awkward hugs (because we’re not so good at those) and then just like that – she was gone, through the gates and off to embark on her new journey.

I turned, still quiet, and my mother attempted to comfort me – it’s only for one year! she said. But I looked at her, scoffed, and replied no, mom, she’ll never come back. Because I knew what would happen; one year would not be enough, and she fall in love with the adventure, the life – and she wouldn’t come back.

Today, though, after nine long years, and after we’ve spent this time strengthening our relationship through emails, text messages, exuberant long distance bills, Facebook, Facetime, Viber, WhatsApp – today I get to pick her up from the airport (as I often do) but this time it’s for real. This time, there’s no departure date. This time, after nine years. I get my sister back. What’s really great – is that to make up for all the lost physical time – I get a brother too.

 

 

all these changes!

Somehow it’s like I’ve been waiting until I turn thirty or something to recognize the changes that are going on in my life at the moment, but it’s undeniable now: change is not happening “in three months” (yes, I turn 30 in three short months) it’s happening right now. And the thing is, it’s always…

eminent and concrete

There’s something to be said about loss: the loss in our lives that we can’t control, the loss that is inevitable, unexpected and maybe even perhaps, unwarranted. But then there’s the kind of loss that we do control, and it’s odd when it inflicts a certain kind of pain, one that is similar, but different…

the hardest goodbye

I’m sitting in an emergency vet hospital for my cat, Theodore, on a Saturday night, waiting for more bad news (probably) on the general well being of his life. It doesn’t look good, and it hasn’t for a week and a bit. During this time, I’ve been left thinking about his life, and how it’s…

play your hand

I used to think that a first love was just that: first. As in, there would always be more and perhaps even someone better, someone to really show you how love and relationships really are in the real world. When you’re actually grown up and date because you’re choosing and not just because the love…