of growing up and farewells

we're all growing up, and i hate this part right here.

christmas with the famous 8mos

What an awesome famous 8mos christmas gathering. It's been so long since we've had so much fun together cooking and eating (pasta and mashed potatoes and turkey and ham) and talking and playing (bridge and monopoly deal and risk), and perhaps it was even more special because it was probably our last christmas together in awhile. I thank god for this group of friends I have made, and I hope our friendship withstands the test of time.

rocketeer

I've always been the type to suffer from post-holiday blues, and this year it is no different. That familiar sinking feeling, if anything, is slightly worse this time, and as I take my first step onto home soil, I can't help but feel slightly displaced. Perhaps that's what escapism does to you - it makes you feel uncomfortable with reality. I heave a heavy sigh and try to distract myself with a book, but the words don't seem to form any coherent sentences. My thoughts are filled with resentment, resentment at having my carefreeness robbed of me. All I want is to get on the next flight out of here and never come back..

But then you come along, and as soon as I hear your voice and see your face all my inhibitions about coming home start to fade away. I hold you in my arms and I know that this is where I belong, with you by my side.

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here we go, come with me

there's a world out there that we should see

take my hand, close your eyes

with you right here i'm a rocketeer