I’m airborne today across the Atlantic I fly. Date to see TC again, unknown.
We had lunch with my friend Carlos yesterday. Listening as he struggles to find a relation that works. Chris and I realizing how lucky we both are. Sequencing two people together is too often a miracle. It gets harder with age.
TC and I decided we need to simply need to decide whether we want to be together or not. Everything else is just a matter logistics. DC, London, Germany – if there’s a will, there is a way.
After 2 years away from Toronto, he will return effectively broke. His sister bought his return flight. Though he clearly has some stories to tell. At 23, I don’t know what to tell him. Myself, I always seemed on a mission. He more comfortable with having dreams but no action to getting there.
I’m sad, but not unhappy. I can’t control what he does or the decisions he will make. So I have to be happy with what I’ve had.
We agreed to a “no screwing around” policy until we’ve sorted ourselves He more worried about me and my wandering ways. The reality I’ve learned much from the experience and wiser into what I want and how I will find it.
Out to see the musical “Chicago” and back to the hotel for a last night together. Tender and bittersweet.
I suspect I won’t have much to blog about for a bit. So pardon any absence, the show will, no doubt, go on.
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