and just when I thought it was over...

Today I will say is the start of my day, and what I mean with today is 7:28 pm, today, when I begin to write this blog. Being in bed all morning and afternoon, no, I don't call that a day. My days have been filled with nostalgia. I still remember last July 19 when I said bye to my Grandma, her beautiful face filled with tears. I wished I could've been doing the same, but I couldn't because I didn't want to make a "see you later" seem like a goodbye. Oh Peru, my beautiful childhood, I wish I was there everyday, waking up to my Grandma's scream "breakfast is ready", singing every morning, and not minding the cold temperatures of my beautiful Lima. I know this is home now, and its been home for the passed years, but I don't seem to like the lonely feelings on Christmas day, or waking up to no one being home because they spend their times working to support themselves. I wonder if this is really what you called life.. I still remember my Dad's words, " lo mas valioso q puede tener el ser humano es paciensia y perseveransia"... Father I am still waiting.