My mind is in turmoil. I cannot sleep.
Today marks the 31st day since I left France and I wonder just how much longer I have to keep counting until I can go back.
If I can go back.
Every day, I think about the life I left behind. I relished in my satisfying job. I walked the safe streets of my neighborhood. I admired the tranquil lilting notes the morning ambassadors honored. I cherished every moment of my life. I forcefully abandoned the city where I truly felt happiness, the city where I felt myself come alive.
In leaving France, I fear that I have lost that peace. I simply must return. If not, I will go mad.
What will become of my life should my education prove insufficient in helping me achieve my goals? Have I taken the right path? Did I choose the correct answer?
The places that I visited will become distant memories. My friendships, the links of humanity, will erode as they are made brittle by oblivion and time.
And I think about him. Constantly. Endlessly. He who conquered my heart: will he become a mere memory that gently makes my lips smile when I remember what we once had? When that happens, where will I be? Where will he be?
Some things in life surpass my own finite understanding. I never know the reason why certain events had to happen until time passes.
But why must I wait? What is going on?
Barb the French Bean
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The 31st Day
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We have to believe that everything happens for a reason. I thought there was more, but that's all I got. Hope it helps.
ReplyDeleteI'll take what I can get. And it does help ^.^ I just have to be patient and let each day come as it may.
ReplyDeleteIt also helps to spend the afternoon making Ninja Squirrel drawings.
Merci beaucoup,
Barb