One day

I wish for an entire day of kite-flying.

I wish for M and I to have that missing dance and go on a random trip.

I wish I could have long chats and full afternoons with gone Grandma.

I wish I'd remember my days at kindergarten.

I wish I could have played more with my sister.

I wish I had Psycho here with me.

I wish I had an elder brother.

I wish I were a writer.

Will it be?

Six days before going back to work; six months before my contract is subject to renewal.

Twelve months since I moved back to Morelia; a year of letting go and giving in.

Is it now that I somehow am entirely on my own and have come to realize I am on the other side? Perhaps it is just the opposite and have started to decline, which simply makes me laugh.

One thing is true though. I need to line up my own and outer challenges before I truly start becoming another spectator. By the end of 2009 how much will I have come through with?

I don't know.