Dominique and Clair both asked if I was okay. I was, you know. The
Skype party last Saturday was a fantastic way to start my day, and my
friends here could tell you how I was floating. But I guess it wasn’t
… and I find myself hating this in-between life.
I don’t hate Canada. Despite the weather, Canada has been nothing but
nice to me. It’s starting to be sunny again, too, which is good.
I hate being away from home. I hate being away from the people I love.
And I really, really, really hate how technology gets in the way those
few times we do get to talk. Between jokes about confessionals and
people trying to fool me with their voices, I just don’t get the sense
tht I’m talking to my friends, y’know?
I want to be able to waste time with my friends, chatting about random
things. I want to be there for their hot chocolate moments. I want to
be able to give my mom a hug without her asking for it. I want to be
in their lives, not just on the periphery.
Happiness is the feeling that you are doing the right thing in the
right place at the right time. Sometimes I am almost happy. When I’m
working on documentation, when I’m cooking for friends, when I’m
reading, I can almost feel that I’m here for a reason.
Sometimes, like now, I am the opposite of happy. Then I go and have
hot chocolate, and I wear my happy socks, but it isn’t the same. Even
if I do something nice for a friend, it’s not enough to shake off that
feeling of being… mis-placed.
I can’t do this if people at home have doubts. I feel guilty for not
writing as often as I should. E-mail is too distant for me, too
deliberate. Everything reminds me of the distance, even Skype. I’ve
loved aking up to chat with my parents and Dominique, but it is even
harder to wake up and not find them there. I don’t really want to talk
about anything, I just want to hear, “I love you.”
Damn my potential. Damn my destiny. I hate living between worlds…
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