I wrote this the other night when I was riding the bus to the flat at around 1 am. I looked down at my phone and was taken back by the fact that it read "September 1" at the top. Scribbled down these thoughts before my stop:
Wow September, where did you come from?
It feels like yesterday I was refusing to walk at graduation for my bachelors, opting instead to jump out of an airplane.
The eight months behind you have held so much.
Within this year I have been on opposite sides of the world with two people very close to my heart. Now I LIVE in Rome. (That gets me every time)
There's alot to live up to September.
There have been so many happy memories in a wonderful city that was truly my home in more ways than I thought possible.
But there is so much that I hope you won't bring with you.
The lessons learned, bad and good, I hope will guide my steps a bit more
lightly in your four weeks. The ups and downs have been valleys apart. My heart has taken the brunt of my mistakes as well as the crowns of my
accomplishments. And now it is open for you.
I promise to stay close September.
I won't become a stranger like I have to some of the other months.
(Please send them my apologies - next time we see each other it will be different.)
As for now-I'll stay right here with you. I have no doubt you'll hold more.
Here's to always looking forward.
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