10th year reunion

this was in the first email i read early this monday morning. it's a classic moment where you find yourself feeling both happy and sad. happy because you look back and smile at those glorious, almost care-free days of college. sad because one, 10 years pretty much translates to 'i'm old' and two, i'm missing out on another special life event.

it's just one of the many things you compromise when you live away from home. and all i can do is sigh =(

sniffs...

In my dream, I slept as my father does now; in my daily life, i do what he used to do - turn my body into a metaphor for my emotions, make it stronger, more capable. Along the way, i try to notice the small things - the bright green moss tucked into crevices of gray rock, the first buds about to open on the trees - the things I would miss if I were leaving this earth soon.

- from The Long Goodbye by Patti Davis

oye ...

i walked into work this morning and found this on my desk.
another proof that the holidays is just around the corner.