2001-12-10 - 1:26 a.m.
It escapes my mind, sometimes. But I was driving along today, thinking about what I'm going to be doing in the next little while. Then I remembered... Another Christmas sans ma famille. When you've lived away from them for so long, things tend to get lost from time to time. Birthdays, for example, I can never remember. Especially my dad's, and I don't know why. Then you wonder what they do for Christmas. How have they been doing. How are things at work for them, if I even knew what they did for a living. I even wonder if they ever think of me much, though I'm sure they do. But it's all so far removed, sometimes, I literally forget that they exist. Perhaps a return isn't such a bad idea... |