I wonder how many times have I said Goodbye already. It must be the first time I'm so upset borderline sad to board my plane. I've been away from home further and longer than this.
It's as if I know that by the time I get back, things would be really different. It's the parting part that gets a little difficult.... to say goodbyes to certain things or somebody.
This trip is considered the transition and somehow it is just sad to leave what has been there behind, because it's time to. I already miss Montreal somehow and it's not funny. As I'm not a big picture person and my old Sony camera had been getting on my nerves, I'm abandoning it from now on, taking with me a tiny all black and sexy Canon. Maybe, will I then show the pictures to friends.
Don't they say that the hardest goodbyes are those left unsaid...
I know I will miss what I used to have...even if it was only thin air.
6.9.11
Unsure
of what I should say sometimes. Or what it takes for people to take the words seriously. For instance, what does it need for 'Goodbye' to be taken more into consideration than a simple 'Bye'...for once and for all.
It's my problem if people tell me they are in love and I believe them? Then, what does it truly have to do with me...?
Don't you think that timing gives off such a love/hate feeling about itself? It goes against one's all will but then, I must admit, sometimes it does such a good job for everyone's best interest.
Such a fragmented blog post, but wanted to mention how it sucks that the last memories may not be the best left behind among them all after all these years.
Eventually, the bird flies away from its comfort zone to become a better being.
And a world made of women is terribly far from being ideal.
Looking forward to all those positives upcoming changes in October! Wippee!! Especially after wonderful vacations in September... And more issues to solve! Beautiful life, it is.
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