  I promise I will not make little screaming noises as i cross the street. I promise to follow doctors' orders. I promise to stop looking up diseases on the internet. I promise not to be secretly derisive of people who make a little line across the number seven. I promise to walk Lucas more, and to tease him less. I promise to tease Phoebe more. I promise to actually answer the phone instead of just looking at it and thinking "Well, I'll see him/her on the internet later..." I promise to floss at least once a week. I promise to stop thinking that my time is a limited resource. I promise to stop singing the theme to "Spongebob Squarepants"- at least, in public.
With the weather warming up, I'm feeling pretty homesick. I've been dreaming about the Beach, and summer evenings playing laser tag, and nightswimming. I'm starting to miss people i can't stand, even. Cape Breton hasn't been my home since i was 17, but it seems to be the framework in which i experience all reality. Everything is compared to Home. And it wholeheartedly sucks. It's a place I haven't been able to share with Kurt, so, Home becomes a bit of a sore point - he doesn't understand my attachment. Neither do i, to be honest. Beautiful land, dear friends, but those friends have moved on, and they are only a phone call away. So, why the attachment to the place? Memories. I think that's it. The good and the bad instances, the amount of them, is an anchor that keeps me home.
Sort of stuck-like. It feels like the greater part of myself is tethered there, and i think in the past that was all well and good - but now i want it back. I can't give myself entirely to my present, my future and my Kurt with such a handicap. Now I just have to figure out how to let it go. 
