a stranger in my own home

sometimes i wonder what would you think if you'd come upon this place. you'd probably think i'm not as sane as i look. you'd probably guess that i'm not as happy with life as i show. you'd be surprised to read all the words i wrote about you. surprised because i don't often say what i feel about you. even if i did, it wouldn't sound as good as the words i lay down in this virtual notebook. you know i'm not just what i do everyday. you know i can speak more when i have my mouth shut than most people.

despite the distance, i'm always thinking about all of you. thinking about new additions to the family, about your ageing, about everything that's going on there. wondering if i'll ever come back, if we'll ever have the conversations that have been left behind with the years.

and now i do understand the sacrifices you made.