i love you mom

I’m sitting here on my bed in my freshly rearranged room within my Hautian apartment reading a book of poems that my own mother has given me. The book is titled To My Son with Love by Susan Polis Shutz. I’m not entirely sure where mom got this book by my gut tells me it once found its home in my paternal grandmother’s house. If indeed this were true it would only add meaning to the book but regardless of its origin it is simply a collection of poems that Susan wrote to her two sons as they were growing up through their childhoods.

Why am I writing about a book of poems? Well my life has been a little topsy turby for a while now. There are many things that if given the chance to go back in time to change I would take in a heartbeat. However there are many other things from which I have learned valuable life lessons and wouldn’t change for anything. This book feels like my own mother is speaking to me. I’m not even half way through the book and yet with every passing page I feel as though I’m growing closer with my mom. I know my mom loves me and I hope that she knows that I truly love her in return. No matter what happens I know I will always have the comfort of mom’s love.

I love you mom.

killin time…trying to keep my mind occupied

So I’m out here on the east coast for spring break sitting on my temporary air mattress with an urge to answer nature’s call. “Why are you telling me this” you ask. Well the answer is simple my dear friends. There is no water to flush. I’m out here with Ev visiting her parents in their new house and there is a problem with the shower so it’s being fixed therefore the water is shut off hence no water to flush the toilets so here I wait.

I don’t really have much to talk about except that I just finished posting on my other blornal (blog + journal). I’m not sure I will remember that term but hey it was fun to make up. Well I think I will close this post for now because the plan for today is to hop the metro and buzz down to our nation’s capital.

Have a good one!