So.. I'm feeling kind of gyped... I was in Vancouver for Canada day, and no one wanted to go and see fireworkds, and then.. No one wanted to go back to the states for the Fourth, so we were in Vancouver.. And, again.. No fireworks.
Growing up, I remember that I would stay with my Grandparents on Miami Beach for the Fourth.. We would go across the street to the building that my Great Grandmother lived in and get her to see the fireworks from outside on the pool deck of the building. They set the fireworks off right on the beach and I remember that I would always be so tired, but I'd want to stay up so I wouldn't miss them so I'd start fidgeting as I sat and waited for the fireworks.. They were always my favorite part of the night. This is one of those memories that's bittersweet in a way.. I hold onto it because it felt so good back then.. But.. It could never really happen again, and thinking about it hurts.. My Great Grandmother passed away a few years back, and I'm somewhat estranged from my Grandparents these days.. They don't seem to approve of the things I want for myself.
Going to see the fireworks with them stopped when I was about 11 or 12.. My mother had gotten remarried and her husband decided that he wanted to set off our own fireworks at the house.. It never really compared.
On a side note.. I've felt lonely lately.. Which is not something I'm usually apt to do.. I just want someone to hold me, and now that I'm finally trying to see past what happened to me the last time I was drunk, I'm actually starting to feel like I could be fairly good company again..
If only August was sooner..
and 
Growing up, I remember that I would stay with my Grandparents on Miami Beach for the Fourth.. We would go across the street to the building that my Great Grandmother lived in and get her to see the fireworks from outside on the pool deck of the building. They set the fireworks off right on the beach and I remember that I would always be so tired, but I'd want to stay up so I wouldn't miss them so I'd start fidgeting as I sat and waited for the fireworks.. They were always my favorite part of the night. This is one of those memories that's bittersweet in a way.. I hold onto it because it felt so good back then.. But.. It could never really happen again, and thinking about it hurts.. My Great Grandmother passed away a few years back, and I'm somewhat estranged from my Grandparents these days.. They don't seem to approve of the things I want for myself.
Going to see the fireworks with them stopped when I was about 11 or 12.. My mother had gotten remarried and her husband decided that he wanted to set off our own fireworks at the house.. It never really compared.
On a side note.. I've felt lonely lately.. Which is not something I'm usually apt to do.. I just want someone to hold me, and now that I'm finally trying to see past what happened to me the last time I was drunk, I'm actually starting to feel like I could be fairly good company again..
If only August was sooner..
and 
allied:
Here's a cyber hug. 
Take care and be well. 
Take care and be well.
allied:
No problem. Heck, here's another one. 
We all have those days (weeks? months? years?) when life knocks us around a bit.
We all have those days (weeks? months? years?) when life knocks us around a bit.