I find that family is wonderful. Between food and fun, there’s no better thing than family. And you know what else? My roommate, Nilo is quickly becoming a part of that, too. I feel so lucky, lately. Which is great, because honestly, I’ve been in a state of non-happy the last seven days. It isn’t so much that I’m unhappy, but I’ve been “without”, lately, pondering why things are so stressful. The hardest thing about it is that I can’t focus on my law school prep studies when I feel so… so…blah.
The reason I can feel like myself (maybe the only reason) is that my wonderful cousin, Nikki, was here to visit. I won’t say “best friend” since we just had this discussion that one can never just have one best friend, (and I agree) but she is truly one of the most inspiring people to be around because she’s so pure. And when I’m around her, I find it easy to express my emotions, my fears, and this is hard for me, on most other occasions. Very few allow me to relax and just speak plainly. Maybe because she's a writer. Maybe because she's so sweet. But probably because she understands me. She's an old soul. She just makes me smile.
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I like that you love your family since I am part of that.. good thing I love my family too :)
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ReplyDeleteI love our rambling, philosophical conversations and wish they could go on and on and on forever. That concept of eternity hopefully wouldn't scare either of us. ;-) God had a good idea when He decided to make us cousins (of course He had many other good ideas, too) - Now we're "stuck" with each other and we can spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other more. It reminds me of what the Scarlet Pimpernel told Margeurite: "You must tell me all about yourself, but tell me ever so slowly - so that it takes a very, VERY long time." Yes, let's do that. But you don't have to tell it slowly. To assume that a woman has to talk about herself slowly in order to prolong the telling of all there is to know about her would imply that there's relatively little to tell. Which is actually an insult; which, come to think of it, lowers my esteem for what used to be one of my favorite movies. Poo. But back to the point.... You can talk (or blog) fast, ferociously and forever, and I'm sure there would be more left to tell. Your name "Vesper" seems to imply that. :-) And I enjoy listening, whether it comes in bits and pieces or all at once.
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