When I first got back, I saw pieces to pick up and people to lift up. As always though, life picks itself up. Instead of breaking up, a couple weathered their first serious trial. Instead of being confined by mental disorder and anxiety issues, people are focusing on recovery and growth. Empty bottles are traded out for friends, self-hate stamped down with words of appreciation and support. It’s ironic how in a matter of days, things that had brought worlds crumbling down have become so ineffectual. It might be the strength of the human soul; it might be the funny way life works.

And while dad has been delayed in Korea since he forgot his green card, even that has worked out for the better. He’s been able to refresh himself before the new job and reunite with family he hasn’t seen in over ten years. In a way, these first two weeks give me hope that Isaac entering the Marines isn’t much to worry about either. So today is just a day to be thankful for how everything has found its place – for Sarah, Don, Celia, Angela, Andrew, Matt, Bailey, Zach, and dad.

the constant restart

New house, old friends, reunions and breakups galore. This is what I get the first week I return to Lehigh:

Mental issues, emotional blocks, substance dependency, broken people.

Empty bottles, refilled flasks, gusts of smoke and burnt out souls.

Self-loathing, self-punishment, self-inflicted pain and stress.

Distant friends, just acquaintances, once lovers now cruel lessons.

And I welcome you all back into my life. What I can do for you, what I can offer you, written on my wide open arms. I will be what solace, support, and friend I can be, what listener you need there to be. It’s amazing what’s behind the surface.

New house, old friends, reunions and breakups abound – the constant restart. I’m both excited for the new semester and intimidated by the impending workload. I’m also ready to be a stronger fortress for myself and the people around me. Broken people, what’s new? I’m not a cup of tea myself. 🙂 Stay strong everyone, you’re not that weak. You’re brolic as hell.