Another Country

Believe me, it was not my first

choice to travel to another country, especially one so

distant from mine own “haven.”

Earliest flight, eager passenger, eventually I would know

from my own intuition: was it right? Relying on reason, I was to

go and live life alongside someone I met the first time at my

home in April! I cannot rationalize my relationship.

I remember his visit: a hell-raising hell storm. Not him! My

jackass, theatrical, artificial roommate, trying to control me. You

kidding me? Separate rooms, separate lives. Do not disturb.

Like, seriously. Unless there’s a mouse in the house, no.

My life is not a game, there is no roll to control!

No. Never. Not on my watch.

Oh, where was I? I rapidly moved, faster than meant.

Promptly, I prepared to embark on my odyssey,

Quaint and solemn to buzzing and boisterous. My life has

Restarted, yet returned to me.

Some may ask if I dismay, remorse, regret?

Truthfully, I wish I enhanced my quickness to get here.

Unwanted and unsafe, trying to get my passport was

viciously complicated, but I remained sophisticated. A

whimsical person awaited me, knowing my story, my journey. I am

x-tremely happy, like a peppy puppy on a summer day.

Y’know, I wish this splash of peace came sooner. I have a new

zing I never knew I could rescue.