Things that are different: I have a new job. I have a son. I moved again.
But the bottom line is: Leaves. If there is one category I'm buried in regret, it is leaves. Leaving something, leaving someone, losing because of leaving, mistakes in leaving.
I know today I have two major losses going on in my life right now, and I can't bring them back. To one, I will never, ever forget you. Soon you'll finally be in Cali. To the other, I wish you the best. You don't need me at all, but I guess the void left behind is too great for me.
No, really, there is no other point to this stupid post. One is dead and the other moved on, far far on.
