I'm typing this as I wait for Kung Kung and Popo to arrive -- hoping that they're not lost, and also half hoping that if they are on their way, Popo isn't rushing Kung Kung.
I've realised so many things in the short span of six days that they've been here. About myself. About them. And it's just been the kind of realisations, the kind of discoveries that were long overdue.
Right now, sunny, I feel a sense of greater resolve. To be better. Like there's this thing inside of me that wants to rise up and do something. Whatever it is... to do it wholeheartedly. To practice my violin well, to progress further into piano, to become a better piano teacher, to speak cantonese a little better, to read again. All these things, they're not huge. But I've neglected them for far, far too long.