breathing air forgotten since

Sometimes I just lose touch, forget to update, forget to keep track in the virtual place that I will look back on later. And I also forget to be present in moments, get caught up in tasks, in normal days that will fade and become gilded with gold when I look back at the memories.

But here are some tangible memories from last year, when we spent months on end living in Notting Hill, feeling the ache of cold floors in our bones, getting to know the people of Portobello Road and naming them as our friends.

the voices in the morning

There are voices I love to hear in the morning, and fall asleep to as they murmur along with the constant London rain, my family across the ocean. There aren't words to describe the way these fingers and toes and livers and spleens have wriggled their way into my heart.

Strong Holds

I've had a hard semester. I've been getting closer to God, yielding more, making more concrete plans, and a part of that is going through trials, both trials of temptation and trials of refining. Friends are being taken away. Circumstances aren't happening the way I'd like. But Karleigh and Donielle have been so strong for me. When I've had hard times, they've been there to hug me. When we've been having good times, they've been there for laughing, for walks, and one Friday, they both cried on me at the same time.

I'm so lucky to have them.

Conversations

Renae and Ryan are two of my friends. Renae wants to name her unborn child Perri. Ryan loves Waffle House.