A year, maybe longer, maybe less.
So much has happened.
I've left the country not once, but twice to see Toby. I could waste time catching you up.
But I won't.
Let's focus on this moment first.
My nose is stuffed. My throat is clogged. I'm listening to music, a tradition—a ritual?—for writing. Nothing is wrong really. Just sinuses.
And nostalgia.
I'm aware chapters of my life are closed; I should only be concerned with taking the next steps that will continue my journey.
—My pilgrimage.
But still I can't help but turn back to look at the path that brought me here:
Chris moved to Japan. He is abroad living his dream. This led me back home to New Orleans for a few weeks before leaving for Europe to see Toby. We hitchhiked through Norway for a few weeks, then spent some time in Berlin and Sweden. I returned the States, spent a month in California, before I returned to New Orleans.
I started teaching again, which fills the mechanics of my life, teaching and learning, until Christmas break when I finally got to see Toby again.
Toby with a y should really be Tobi with an i.
Christmas was fantastic. We now have plans to spend a year in Australia when this school year ends.
I could write more but maybe that muscle is spent, having written so many of my thoughts as letters to a boy.
Pindarus · Sat Apr 04, 2015 @ 05:46am · 0 Comments |