i got your letter today.
i am left with a feeling of remorse as well as the feeling of ‘hope’ that i have been riding on for a month or so now.
the things that you wrote about in your letter… the things that you missed, are things that i find myself missing. i was looking back through my photo cd the other day and came across some pictures of my most ‘memorable’ kayak trip on the bay. when i found myself lounging on the front of my boat in beautiful water. i haven’t been out on my boat in ages it seems. i am hoping though, that with summer on it’s way, i will find myself writing of new adventures. that i will find myself taking pictures again. it will take time though i’m sure.
when i got back from my ‘reality tv experience’ so many of my things were broken. my 35mm needs repair. my digital camera i think has seen the last of its days. my stereo is broken. so those things that i once would write about. my music. my daily experiences. meeting girls in cafes. all of them are ‘on hold’ at the moment.
in THIS moment there is my girlfriend. my illustration work. my constant struggles with art and direction (an ongoing theme of course). my girlfriend and i are doing well. our lives are not the most extravagant but we’re doing well. we both have things that we want to accomplish this year. we both want to lose some weight (be healthy), she is figuring out her plans for going back to school as am i. there are places that i want to see. bills i want to get paid off and trips i want to take. i’m quite positive that we will see some of these things through and i will find myself writing more and more about them.
but life here is good. i’ve found myself working around the house more often. little things here and there. i’ve been getting rid of a lot of stuff that i don’t need and have been hanging on to for the past two years in the hopes that someday i’ll have room for them in my house when the reality of it is… i’ve got too much stuff as it is.
bianca and i have had our fair share of ‘disagreements’ or days when things just aren’t going as splendidly as others but that’s normal. and i’ve made it an issue to do my best at working through our problems. at trying to force her to communicate how she’s feeling. but these things are minor. little blips here and there and nothing to cause me worry.
it’s nice too to note that my relationship with my parents is improving. for too long i’ve not had the relationship that i would like to have with my parents. they’ve been a ‘bother’ to me about my finances and my education and my direction and my lack of responsibility but in the last few months, i feel as though i’ve grown close to them again. my mother loves bianca dearly. they are both people who enjoy sewing so they have to talk about. and when they’re not talking about that, i’m sure they’re talking about me since that is what women do. but i can talk to my mother again without having to worry about her bringing up some bill that went unpaid and i can talk to my father about nothing or anything and it is with much less ‘attention’ that we can carry on a conversation. some nights even, bianca and i find ourselves over at my parents house, sitting on their front porch drinking tea and talking with them. it’s simple. and sweet. and these are the things that i enjoy these days.
my mother has even convinced me to dress up in costume this year for the Renaissance Festival held her in Tampa once a year. my mother, my father, myself and bianca will all be going in full costume (made of course by the two women ‘of the house’) heh. i was out just the other day with my mother and Bianca, singing Elton John together as we drove to the fabric store to look at patterns and material and to say that it was ‘fun’ is something that i haven’t been able to say in some time.
it is true though, that i do almost ‘miss’ that longing that i once had for closeness with someone. that i am left with nothing more to write about now that i have found a person to share my afternoons with. i don’t of course wish that i was NOT dating bianca merely so i would have something to write about but i miss sitting down to write. i miss the poetry that would course through my veins and out through my fingertips when i wrote. that day will come again and when it does, i’m sure the things i will find myself writing about will not be of longing but of being ‘found.’
i would write more… but today is Valentines Day and i have a few things to do before she gets home from work :p
thank you for the letter. and although i realize that responding to it here in my ‘open forum journal’ is slightly ‘impersonal’… rest assured that i will write you back via the post real soon.
happy v-day. i hope that things are still going well with you and yours 
with love (and sincerity)
-me