Oh Italy, how you nourish me. You have always felt like home, from the first time I can remember visiting. I have been oh, so many places. So many cities, so many countries and you and I were always destined to be.
I made it happen. I returned to you and this time not just for a tour date passing through. I came on my own and I came to live. I came to be a part of you. After being a distant dream in my head for years, to a well yes I could do that if…., to a this is really possible, I really want to do this, I can do Continue reading
I have just gotten off the bus in Calgary after a long two day drive. It is 9pm and the sun is still out. I have walked 20 minutes to a quaint vegetarian restaraunt that was recommended to me. Sitting here, at dinner alone, people watching and being with fresh faces in a fresh town are moments that I feel tears. Not tears of loneliness or sadness. Tears of pure joy. Of pure astonishment of all that life has to offer. Getting to be in the backgrounds of peoples lives. Getting to see people on dates with friends and lovers. People walking their dogs and riding their bikes. Rowdy people at sports bars. Party buses roaring by. Elegant people at tapas and wine bars. I get to be a part of it all. Continue reading
How lucky are we to have found each other? How lucky are we to have lived this life? How lucky are we to know what we know? How lucky are we to get to do this all?
How can I define who I am, without you? You have done everything for me, just in you being you. You may have been a big part of my life or I may have never of had a conversation with you, but you have helped to form who I am.