Memoirs

Last night I fell prey to watching Memoirs of a Geisha. Damn good movie, but then again it's also a chick flick and being a chick I'm prone to liking it. The scary thing is, that during certain moments in the movie I could look into my own life and compare. To sit there and say at one point in time I felt like that, was intimidating to say the least. However, two hours later the movie was over and surprisingly I wasn't crying! Though in the beginning I thought I might do just that. If you haven't seen it, I would recommend it. That is, if you don't mind chick flicks and all.

Reading through posts and blogs of those I care for, I only snicker and smile. For certainly the Tiger has watched from afar. However, I never quite considered Him being close to the Otter. Of course, that's because all I remember when I think of those two together is her throwing a tantrum and Tiger having 'gotten enough' putting in his own two cents. Needless to say, the Otter didn't scream for the rest of the day. While all us 'older' people were in the living room trying very hard not to bust a button with laughter. We managed it. Somehow.

I have no doubt that everyone has their own lives back there in Colorado. A life I walked out of for my numerous reasons. A life that I don't intend on rushing back to anytime soon. At least, not for the long haul. Christmas is one thing, forever is another. There is little reason for me to return and stay in Colorado anymore. I've made my friends, and enemies. Yet it's both I leave behind for the chance at happiness. A happy I've not known in a few years. Not since Matt. I think I deserve that.

Then again, most people think they deserve something, when they really do not.