The title
of this week's entry comes from a letter I received from
K this week. It expresses simply the mix of emotions we
both have after seeing each other for a week and then
having to separate again. Well, this time will be the
last, come what may. I couldn't stand to be away from K
again for so long, and will fight doubly hard now to make
sure that it won't happen again. It was really good to
see K and be with her. She said I was a good birthday
present, and I hope I was.
Mexico is as great as ever.
The weather was great, the people were great, the food
was great. I had really missed lots of things about it,
and didn't realise until I was there. In England,
hospitality is the bare minimum of politeness, whereas
over there it seems like more a way of life. I'm probably
wrong, but whatever the case I felt more welcome in one
week in Mexico than in over three months in England. Try
figuring that one out.
This week I've written my
first ever poem (Tengo
Miedo) in Spanish . It may be a little simplistic,
but I like it. I wrote it after spending my first night
back in England and afraid of everything. As with all my
poems, it's dedicated to K, as she seems to inspire a lot
of them. I wrote another poem (Jet Lag) for her in Mexico about the fears I had when I
arrived at the airport. I really was terrified that she
wouldn't understand me, that I wouldn't be able to speak
to her, and any one of a hundred different worries I'd
had on the plane. Then I saw her, and she saw me, and my
fears just melted away. She is an incredible
woman.
Well, it's my birthday
this week, and I'll be the grand old age of 26, which
doesn't bother me much, unless I think about it. It's
really not that much of an age to be though, so I'll get
through it as best I can - with a few drinks if possible!
I don't think I even celebrated it last year, but this
year I have a few more things to be grateful for, so I
feel a lot better now, and a lot more prepared for life's
challenges. Hell, someday I might even grow up.
