Today is not necessarily a #goday. It's just one of those inevitable bad days that one has when they live a continent away from their loved ones. I have some wonderful, WONDERFUL friends here. I have a fantastic boyfriend and I have shamelessly adopted his family. I have so many of my needs met by the wonderful people who surround me here. But some days, the heaviest ones, I feel compelled to hear the voices I've grown up with. The ones that soothed my middle school broken heart, kissed my skinned knees, advised me on my path and spoke reason in times of madness. Today was one of those days. I don't want to share other people's heartache without their permission, so suffice to say that there was a great loss in the family of one of my dear co-workers today. These sort of ordeals bring up all kinds of emotions from those surrounding the grieving person. Empathy for their suffering, consciousness of mortality, desire to hug the ones you love, panic at the thought that you too could suffer such a loss. I'm feeling them all right this minute.
Ivan's is on his way over to console me, because he is either a glutton for punishment or a really, really good boyfriend. I am going to send a few messages and make a few calls to America here in a moment too, just because I feel compelled to. The same way I feel compelled to write right now. My eternal solace- the written word. Nothing calms my soul quite like it, expect maybe that familiar voice telling me that indeed this too shall pass....
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