How many times in life have I thought that I found a place to call home, something to be a part of or a friend I could trust? How many times did those all turn out to be nothing but fantasies created from my own mind? I cannot say. I no longer remember them all. I don’t remember the faces, …
I didn’t really want to write this post, but on the other hand, I also felt a need to write it. By the end, I think you’ll understand why I felt like this. Now that I am writing, it feels like the right thing to do. Then again, writing always feels like the right thing to do, so I guess …
I am not sure how many people my age actually write Christmas cards these days. Christmas was never a religious holiday to me, nor any special holiday at all. I don’t remember my mother ever making a fuss about Christmas or new years eve and I was always grateful for that. I was never forced to believe in Santa Claus …
