The Things What I've Got

I have this outfit. It's a good outfit and every time I wear it I feel good about myself. I've never actually gotten a compliment about it, but it makes me feel so good it doesn't really matter. Another thing it does is make me think about my sister. I'm not quite sure why, but when I'm wearing it I wish she could see me in it. Maybe just 'cause I know she'd appreciate it. Wish I could see her.

I have this cat. It's a really cute cat, and though he pees on things from time to time and scratches at my door in the mornings, I love him. Something else he does is make me think about my dogs. He'll curl up in my lap and I'll pet him and he'll look up at me like I'm the best thing in the world. My dogs did that too, even the curling up in my lap part, though a big old dog in your lap is quite unlike a cute little cat. I miss my dogs.

I have these friends. They're good friends, really good friends! They're fun and I like who I am when I'm with them and they usually get my jokes. Most people in the world would be lucky to have friends like these. But they make me miss my other friends, the friends I left behind, the friends who have put up with me not only in happy joking times but in terrible crying times, too. Those friends. I love those friends.

I have this family. That's what they are now, it's official. They're not just roommates, they're my family, and though they're better than anyone could ever hope for, and though I love the time we spend together, and though I'm beyond grateful for what they've done for me, they make me miss my other family. My parents and grandparents and even people on a neighboring branch of my family tree, it sure would be nice to see them.

I have this life. It's a good life, a solid one, a respectable one. I can't complain. I have a lot of fun and I work really hard, and isn't that what life should be? Sure! But I used to have this other life, you know, this very different life in a very different place. I miss it sometimes. Maybe I miss it a lot. I'd love to go back and visit that life--spend time there and roll around in the life I once had and have some of the fun I used to--and though I'm not sure this life I have is the one I want, it sure is a giant step in the right direction. There's a person or two I want back in my life in a much bigger way, and I'm pretty sure this city isn't the one I want to stay in, but what I'm doing now isn't so very different from what I'm doing in my dreams.