Reminiscant Thoughts...

It has been a long time since I have written anything, and I had a moment yesterday that made me want to write...

I have been trying to work on finding a place for all my stuff since coming back to Idaho. I have been much less than successful, and still have stuff spread about my parents new house. In search of shoes, yes that's right shoes, I opened a box of winter clothing that had come back from Croatia with me. A familiar scent hit my nose as I opened the box, and I had to bury my head deeper in to take it in. I have been living in a smoke free environment for almost two months now, and as strange as it sounds the musty cigarette smell of my clothing brought a smile to my face and memories to mind of long afternoons spent inside smokey cafes with friends. I never really noticed the air in cafes when I lived there, and it would only be a present thought when visitors would point it out. It was especially bad during the winter since the cafes moved all seating indoors, away from the wind and the rain. My coats and sweaters and scarves and hats all smell of cigarette smoke. The smell most would classify as a stench made me miss Croatia and my dear friends. I joked with some of them that I would need to light cigarettes at home, just to have them sitting there and the smoke burning. It was part of daily life there, as was the strange mix of old and new pop and hip-hop music, some infused with a techno beat, that I now miss and have playing often in the background almost as a comfort. It seems so long since I left my home in Rijeka, and it seems that I just hit pause for that part and play again for the section at home. It saddens me that I can't carry on a life in both places, but all I can do is walk each day as a gift from God.

So my friends in Croatia, if you read this, know I am sorry for not writing. It's time I stop ignoring my feelings for what I left behind. I am enjoying life in Idaho again, though I thought I wouldn't, and I know that God has something in store for me. Pusa!