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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

it was with a heavy heart that i stepped off that plane. walking up the aisle. back where it all begun. could have been the worst plane ride i've ever gotten on. a journey i will never forget.

melbourne is beautiful. a beautiful country with wonderful people. love how i can suntan in the cold. love the fog around my eyes as i drew in a deep breath and exhaled. love how every waking day brings an exciting challenge and happy laughters. how short-lived it all is. pity it could not have lasted forever. if i could stop time..i would...

i love how we won the game with 7 players. but, i miss the times we played as a full team. but it is amazing. dennis is a great coach with good vision. but i miss jaime's endearing words. how time flies. how things change. how we have to learn to let go and let live...

you know, we all need to find a haven that we can live happily ever after. and i think i'm still searching for it. a place to fit into. i've been thinking...it's no man's game. it's just the way life is. there are green pastures out there. yet not every pasture is green enough for everyone. we need to find the particular pasture that we can graze in. that we can grow in.

i miss melbourne. i miss the blue skies and cold air. i miss how being together with everyone warms me up. i miss perth too. i guess i'll be glad to have these memories with me as i step further out into this world. accepting the unknowns and letting go of a past.

in good, we learn. in bad, we experience. in life, nothing is ever perfect.

is it time for me to move on?
-cheryl
11:26 PM





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