Oh how I miss you. And I swore I never would. I hate that I miss you but still I do. With your funny names for us. For us. What an incredible concept. Us. Together. It was this time last year I felt scorned by you but I think you loved. I would know more fully if I knew what that meant. Come back. Please come back. Show again your simplicity. Your community. Your care for others. The way you set up conversations. Times for fun. Times for learning. For challenging. I hate that I spurned you. That there were times I turned my back on you. What I would do to rewind and begin my short but memorable and delightful time with you. For the projects we did. For the late nights. For the brilliance you surrounded me with. For your patience when I stumbled. For your hand of guidance in teaching me to live with others not like me. For teaching me new skill sets and setting me up with new friends. But where did you go? You left me as abruptly as you found me. I yearn for more but you have hidden your face. Will you ever come back, even if only to say hey?
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Ditto. Ditto. I want you back. I want a bathroom with questions on the mirror and shower timers and hand towels and unflushed toilets. I want a kitchen with strawberry jam and a chore timesheet and late night studying and leftover Monday lunches. I want a dining room table that is way too long but is not long enough to encompass all the love and open arms. I want friends that are honest and that will challenge and will act and friends will hug me and let me cry. To still be here, but to not be really - it's not the same - is just madness at times. So I will continue to search for Ubuntu in my life, to find it all around me.
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