Ever since I went erway, I began to long for the comfort of my closet and really started to erppreciate the kind of warmth and security I derived from the familiarity of my surroundings. I used to scoff at people for whining about being homesick after merely a couple of days out of the country, but now I'm starting to understand that home is without a doubt, where the heart is. I missed the comforting smell of Mo's bedsheets in the morning and the sound of M & R's pitter pattering outside our bedroom door. We'd awake to the smell of fresh coffee and the gruff voice of Mo's dad as he read out the day's most alarming headlines at the breakfast table, sounding almost resigned to the economic crisis that has befallen all of us.
It is ludicrous to think that after all that talk about wanting to get out of the closet to see the world, I'd be clamoring to scurry back to sit among Mo's smelly clothes (which appear to be increasing at an alarming rate). In the blink of an eye (yes, just one eye), a new year engulfs us once again with all its 365 days, ready to pummel us to the ground with yet another round of uncertainties, challenges, calamities and what not.
My new year's resolutions include surviving a spin in the washing machine, getting a new t-shirt, being Mo's most trusted advisor (I feel I will soon be replaced by her close friends because they seem to be doing a better job) and of course, to read more. I honestly think someone needs to stop being such an exhibitionist blogger because its getting kind of embarrassing (yes, M, I'm talking to you), AND closet copycats/store stalkers among us should drop dead. I for one am not a fan of cop-E-cats.
May 2009 bring the rapid expansion of ernnoying vocabulary, greater freedom of choice and much personal progress for one and all.
Peas & Love to you Pinkertons.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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