"He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words."

"That's what he taught me."

Reminiscent. That's how I've been feeling the last couple days. At first I thought I was getting lonely, but I don't think that's what it really was. First off, by meaning of the word, loneliness would imply that I'm alone. Secondly, I think it would mean I don't want to be here and that things most likely aren't going well. Neither is true. I am not alone. I have plenty of friends and family physically close enough that I could get to them if I felt the need, and even more that I could call literally whenever I needed to talk. And things are going well.
I think reminiscent fits because while I am happy here and very much enjoying everything and everyone, I do miss my friends and family back home. I miss being apart of things that I know are great, and being there to celebrate with and for them. Change. I do not regret, nor would I change, the way it is happening to me right now.

I am reading Lamb by Christopher Moore. Mostly for Lent, and partly because it is one of my favorite books and I haven't read it in a while. I hope your Lenten journey is all it needs to be. And if you don't do lent, then I hope you're having a great week.

p.s. If you're having trouble thinking of a birthday/Christmas gift for me. I would love to have some kind of print of my last post, the poem Shake the Dust. Handmade or store-bought will be accepted with equal enthusiasm.

“Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell.”