Time and Concrete

I have so much to write but I am not making the time to settle down and write it out. And some of it I don't want to write to a forum as public as this is... but perhaps I should. I could just change a few names and nobody would be wiser right? Innocence protected.

Putting a licked finger to the wind, I can say that I very much enjoy my first few months in China. When I came back last Winter, I knew I had to return sooner than later. Comfortable.

But I do miss my boys very much. I knew I would but, as with so many things that you may know in the abstract, when it becomes concrete it becomes as tangible as a block of concrete. It is gritty and heavy...

I thought I was going to be able to escape Christmas this year. But the foreigners get organized to participate in activities that I'm sure are meant to comfort. I would rather just let the day pass. But even a local supermarket is a buzz with Christmas songs and Christmas cheer. Humbug. Damn gritty block of concrete.

Time for bed.