
He once said I was one of the happiest people he had ever met.
It's times like these I'm not sure exactly who I am. I feel two things for sure:
1. I am Thumbelina. I am the only person like myself and I have no faith that I'll find a counterpart
2. I am, at once, two complete halves that are perfectly opposite. It is this reason that has made it so hard to figure out exactly who I am. You know, if someone asked me to describe myself I wouldn't know which person to start with. This stems from my 17 year old exile. I had to become a whole different person, and ever since then I've been trying to become the person I lost. I never got to be 17, I wonder what it would feel like.
P.S.
Moviegoer might have just trumped
A Moveable Feast for my favorite book of all time. I feel like Walker Percy wrote his character "Kate" about me. How fitting.