The tracks of my tears

My life has evolved drastically over the past year. I lost my Dad. While my Dad left my life, I met someone who would have a significant impact on me. He and I have been in a long distance relationship for over a year now. He lives in NY.

In the past year, I’ve learned so much my ability to give and receive love, trust, support. I am here…in Seattle, thousands of miles away from my family and friends so I can gain life and career experiences. I’ve learned to adapt to an ambiguous work environment and make a little bit of progress each day. I explored the Pacific Northwest parks with Butters and Bambi.

I cried every day when I first moved here.

I cried for my Dad.

I cried for my Mom who lost her husband of 40 years.

I missed my friends. I missed Jay. I missed the sunny California weather.

Things are much better now. I don’t feel like I’m on a whitewater rafting trip, gripping the rubber raft. Right now, I feel like I’m standing on a platform, looking down the tunnel and waiting for the next train to show up.

NYC, December 2014, taken with FujiFilm Finepix x100

Train

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  1. I missed your posts! Tears cleanse, and bring out even more love. I’m glad you were in Seattle in 2014 — my trip there wouldn’t be the same without you. Wishing you the best of ride in 2015!

    • Thank you, Tamara! It was such a treat to have you here. I’m so glad we got to spend time together and I know that we will both find what we are looking for. 🙂

  2. I love this post, Yon. You have been so courageous in the last few years. Even in grieving there is the richness of the wonderful memories, and I wish you that. All the best to you.

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