There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That

Once Again, I Don’t Quite Know Where I’m Headed Steph. It Seems That Every Few Years I’m Shoveling Up The Pieces Of My Life And Starting From Scratch All Over. No Matter What I Do Or How Hard I Try I Can’t Seem To Reach The Dizzy Heights Of Happiness, Success, And Security, Like So Many People Do. And I’m Not Talking About Becoming A Millionaire And Living Happily Ever After. I Just Mean Reaching A Point In My Life That I Can Stop What I’m Doing, Take A Look Around Me, Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, And Think “i’m Where I Want To Be Now.

His Entired Life Bundled Into Wenty Refuse Sacks. His And Her Memories Bundle Away In Holly's Mind. Each Item Unearthed Dust, Tears, Laughter And Memories. She Bagged The Items, Cleared The Dust, Wiped Her Eyes And Filed Away The Memories.

I Just Need To Do Something New.... I've Got The Big Remote Control Of Life In My Hands, And I'm Ready To Start Pushing Some Buttons.

I Love It Here In Boston And I Love Studying Medicine. But It’s Not Home. Dublin Is Home. Being Back With You Felt Like Home. I Miss My Best Friend. I’ve Met Some Great Guys Here, But I Didn’t Grow Up With Any Of Them Playing Cops And Robbers In My Back Garden. I Don’t Feel Like They Are Real Friends. I Haven’t Kicked Them In The Shins, Stayed Up All Night On Santa Watch With Them, Hung From Trees Pretending To Be Monkeys, Played Hotel, Or Laughed My Heart Out As Their Stomachs Were Pumped. It’s Kind Of Hard To Beat That.

There Is Absolutely Nothing Wrong With Returning To The House You Grew Up In Every Now And Again. It's Good For The Soul.