Monday Musings

Happy Monday!

Things Down Under are great - Linnea and I loving our new apartment and embracing our inner Aussie. But you better believe that we miss all of our loved ones back home (yes - that means you). 

The more I think about it, the more I truly believe that the most valuable experiences are the ones that challenge us the most. They not only teach us to appreciate what we have, but also respect ourselves for what we can do. We push ourselves to excel in ways that previously seemed unfathomable and if we're lucky, emerge triumphant! 

Most of the people in my life know that I like writing and write when I feel like I can't keep something locked up inside. This gives me happy poems, ugly bitter poems, and everything in between. This poem's sad because some aspects of living 16 258 km away from home are sad. And just as happiness is an important emotion, sadness is important and worth acknowledging so we can can be aware of where it's coming from, what it means for us, and how to conquer it.

So here's a relatively sad poem. It's not perfect and it's not complicated. It just is.

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tonight I feel sad

not because im unhappy

but because im happy in a new way

i ache

for all the things and people

i left behind

i miss lake sunsets

and ciders in Kingston pubs

with friends

i long for Saturday bonfires

and bickering with 

ruthless siblings

i dream of a boy who fishes

with chocolate eyes like 

the Milky Way 

im not here to prove that im happy

im here to show you

its not always easy

but nothing worth doing

ever really is

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Peace and love,

Osh