This last week has been busy, but for the most part, absolutely wonderful. I have a job I really enjoy, not so much for the job itself, but for the people I work with. Earlier this week we had one of my co-workers and his new wife over for dinner and we had a really nice time. I'm still readjusting to being around other people after my hermetic life while hubby was in Korea. Yes, I know he came home a year ago, but I'm still adjusting. I've been working with the flutes (10 of them) at one of the Intermediate Schools in town, and after a few conversations with people at work, who also work at the other Intermediate School, I may be doing some work over there as well. I had good news from my brother, and difficulties are being resolved regarding a car we were given in the spring.
Then, the icing on the cake..................Some friends of ours (he and hubby were in language school together 5 years ago) called, they're PCSing back to the town where our house is. They wanted to know if the house was still available. They picked up the keys yesterday morning, and will be here sometime in the next hour or so (they planned to drop off their U-Haul here instead of in San Angelo). I haven't seen them in 2 years, and their daughter is almost 3 now. I'm excited that we have the house rented out and don't have to worry about rent & mortgage every month for the next year, and I'm excited that we get to see our friends even more.
Since things are going so well, I thought I would share my excitement, and also the first positive poem I wrote (there aren't many of them). Hope you enjoy!
When I look inside my mind
I wonder who I am
I think about what others say
And realize I don't give a damn
They think they know who I am
And everything that I'll be
But their opinions don't really matter
They have no affect on me
When I look inside my heart
I find an empty room in which to cry
I reflect upon my loveless life
And start to wonder why
There was no one for reassurance
No one for me to hug
I'm addicted to the idea of love
For me it's like a drug
When I look inside my soul
I think, "Isn't that odd?"
For inside that deep dark empty hole
Is God
This realization has changed me I know
Though not everyone can see
But now when I wonder who I am
I know that I am me
-hjw '94