After a discussion over the phone with a college student calling to ask for my monetary donation to the study abroad scholarships at her school, – which I exchanged for encouragement to the girl and for sharing with her various specialties related to where she would be studying abroad this coming spring semester (for which she continuously thanked me delightedly, and which she declared was a million times better for her life than a monetary donation to the fund would have been, anyway) – I wrote a sort of poem.
You see, she recommended I write it, because what I was sharing with her, she said, sounded like poetry.
So, find in the following photo the first draft of the poem we discussed today, which I said I would write for my weblog tonight, and which I tapped out on a typewriter(!!!) this afternoon.
My mom, my oldest brother, and I had a semi-spontaneous sleepover last night, when my brother was visiting Texas for work (but about three hours away from Houston), and we decided to make a miniature event of his being drastically closer than Wisconsin.
After spending the evening together and with a couple other family members, the three of us stayed up talking for another two hours after the lights were out…
It was a really good night. 🙂
If ever you feel sad, lonely, and/or unworthy, take a visit to small town Texas family.
On more levels than I could express, you will be warmed to your core, and overflowing with abundant love and kindness.
❤ Texas, ❤ Family
P.S. Because it really is okay to leave the big city from time to time.
That feeling when your mom asks if you’re going with her tomorrow, and she’s referencing an out-of-town trip that she never actually told you about…
It’s weird to think that, two years ago from right now, I was first orientating myself in Tokyo, preparing to work in Japan…
Crazy how time and life fly…
It only takes a trip to somewhere worse to appreciate coming home to a place one was initially glad to leave.
I’ve been doing that a lot recently, but switching between going to somewhere worse and to somewhere better, constantly flipping my perspective back and forth (and, ultimately, leaving me moving in no real direction at all most of the time).
I travel tomorrow, but that means I leave home at about 4am, which is in four and a half hours…, which makes me wish I were already asleep.