Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Happiness is anyone and anything at all that's loved by you.

It is summertime warm today, and the dog is flopped in the sunshine, a grin on her face as she pants merrily. It's so peculiar, to feel content like this.  I have my grandmother's ring on my finger, and my best friend at my side. I am doing work that is meaningful, that I am passionate about, and I'm good at it.  In a month, I will return home, to meet the woman who gave me life, to share my origins with the man who has become my destination.

There is this giddiness within my breast, this excitement of all the possibilities out there. I catch a glimpse of myself in storefront windows as I walk through the neighborhood on my way to work, and I'm smiling.

And I realize that I've finally happened upon it, managed to fill an emptiness within.  I have somewhere to belong.