"Don't tell me the moon shines; show me the glint of light on the broken glass"
I forget the author who said this, but I think it's a great line. We are presently working on narratives/short stories in Principles of Writing (POW) and it's amazing how many childhood memories are stored in my head. Some jump out immediately, like family vacations and dinner-time antics, while others require more probing. It amazes me, as I write about these memories and search for their 'point' in my essay, how I begin to understand how much they truly did affect me.
I've been thinking about the future a lot, and in some ways preparing for it. I look at my friends and am amazed at what we are all doing, and will be doing. I appreciate the surprises and the changes, along with the challenges. Because along with the excitement of travel and new friends comes the trying times of keeping communication and showing love while overseas and across countries. I've never been one that liked long-distance relationships (i've had 3 penpals in my life, and they all lasted for a span of 3 weeks each), but I now admire those who keep them up (and i dont mean penpals).
Random update: it snowed another foot here.
Time for dinner.
2 comments:
I remember when I was a kid your mom drove over my foot. I also remember driving down river road with your dad in his Trans Am...I bet you we were doing 100mph. Your dad was so cool! Your mom, not so cool for driving over my foot. Dad cool. Mom sketchy.
Okay, one last thought. When I slept over at your mom and dad's house when they lived in Langley, your mom baked the best food ever. Dad cool. Mom's driving sketchy. Mom's baking very cool.
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