lament for california
that poem was just a lament for my leaving california yet again. everytime i leave (aka visit) i feel a part of me stays there. which also means that a new me shows up. ahhh the consistancy of change.
canada is friendly, yet its difficult to meet new ones. it makes me feel old. must be a midlife crisis coming along as well. i’m starting to read the ads for laser surgery and cosmetic dermatology. ha!
maybe i’ll get my eyes worked on when i visit sher in hong kong….hahahaaa! yeah right. i hated contacts, therefore no sharp objects will be coming near my face.
would you do it?
