Journaling on this beautiful Saint Patrick's Day in old town, Alexandria: how is it possible to be sad and so incredibly grateful for your life at the same time? Sitting at a quiet Lebanese bar while people go by in green shirts, headed to Irish bars. Breathing in the clean, warm air from outside and marveling how people end up so many places they never thought they would end up -- and how those places are sometimes places of lonely, wonderful grace.
Hope everyone is havIng an amazing St. Patrick's Day.
Mimi
M:37; H:37; M:10 years;T:13 years;no kids. Bomb ("I love you, but don't feel things for you I should":1/08/12 Separated (H living with various friends:1/18/12 Separated (H rented his own apartment:3/4/12
