Crying for Home

There's only 8 days left to February, we're almost in the month of March and that means we're in the first quarter of the year. It feels only yesterday that I was crying over my storm-devastated 21st birthday and now, we're making our way to counting down 2007's passing. Time is flying by so fast I don't know whether that's a good or bad thing.

I have always welcomed life (and all it's other surprises) with open arms. I took on every opportunity that came my way and I never believed in dwelling in the past or have regrets even. I've made mistakes, had my share of pain, hurt and disappointment but I always made sure that if I fell seven times, I would get up eight. I've been toughened up by the number of circumstances that I've been through and never has it been an option for me to back down.

And I'm not surprised that despite my mangled spirit right now, I'm still the same bright-eyed girl who yearned to bask in all the blessings and opportunities I was been handed with. I may be crying more now but that's not something I'd deny nor be ashamed of. I'm homesick and lost and confused and I have no clue as to how I can pacify all of these unfamiliar emotions but I have faith in the eternally optimistic person that I know myself to be. Call it gut or intuition but something's telling me things are bound to get better.

After all with everything that's happened, how much worse can it get?