Wednesday, 23 March 2016

somewhere in the middle



It struck me tonight that I am bad with directions. I suppose this is due to the fact I don't drive often. Almost always I would be riding shotgun. What I would normally do is to memorize a prominent landmark (a building, anything) to associate with the place so I would know where I am.

This thought struck me tonight as I looked at the polar bear statue on top of a building. I would always think of the polar bear as the middle point of where I live to where you live. I remember sitting in the car with you and looking at the bear thinking, ah, I'm leaving my town to your town now. Or whenever you would send me home, I would dread looking at the polar bear: ah, it's almost goodbye now.

See, tonight I wasn't with you.

And I looked at the polar bear thinking,

I wish I was.