||[Sep. 23rd, 2009|11:01 pm]
Despite being painfully tired from long long days, and unable to breathe too well from a freakish dust storm, I want to put in words, out there, out here, out of my head, just how fortunate I am. To know wonderful people. In a wonderful town, in a wonderful country. |
Sure there are things that are worthy of a struggle.
But they pale in comparison to my best friend who was in intensive care two weeks ago and today is back at work, but never able to eat solid food again. To be able to eat pureed dahl with her tomorrow at lunch after watching her breathe through a machine is some kind of ... mind blowing something.
And a potential life partner, who I think ive really only seen maybe 6 times now. But gets sweeter each time.
And parents who are studying while working long full weeks.
And a brother who still at 16, wants me to come in and say goodnight to time when i visit home.
And a sister who will defend my 'honour' to anyone and anything. Without a doubt.
Flatmates who I can ask to borrow money off, or bring my lunch to me at work when Ive forgotten it.
All of it, and none of it sounds as special as it really is.
But acknowledging it will have to do for now.