One Seven One

Watching Brooklyn- life was hard as an immigrant back in the early 20th century. I can’t imagine leaving my family, not knowing when I’ll be able to return or if I’ll be able to return. I can’t imagine having to wait weeks for correspondence from family, not being able to easily call them or see their face on a screen. It’s insane the luxury we live with now, the convenience of connection. We should cherish this.

Seventy

Even though the past month has been really really good, there are still times when I think about how easy it was with him – that instant connection and surety of those feelings. Tonight is one of those times, and I miss him.

I miss the him that I knew when we were together, before all the heartbreak and hurt and pain. I miss having endless conversations that feed off each other like gas to fire. I miss the excitement and anticipation of knowing that I’ll see him at some point in the day.

I know that I’ll have that again, with someone who will stay. But that would also be a lot more convincing if I was already there, with someone else, rather than now where I can only cast my hopes for something like that in the future.