I can't believe that 11 years have passed since then... It seems like everything just happened recently... I remember that day... We were so young and so ignorant...

Monday, September 10th

Eleni,

I check out your blog almost every day because I feel like closer to you. I get to find out how you are doing. For years now, months and months would go by and I would hear nothing and I would wonder. Is she ok? Is something wrong? So being able to check on you even through a blog is so huge for me. Eventhough I am so far away there hasn't been a day that goes by that I don't think about you and wonder if you are well... So I am glad that you decide to start this blog.

K

Katerina

No, i will not admit, my truest friend, what is going on.
Not because of secrecy, or guilt, or fear.

I will be in the same spot you left me last summer, waiting to see your smiling face.
Sometimes, some days like this Friday, when i worked 13 whole hours @the new post, this distant smile of you kept me afloat.
Feeling blessed really for doing things @work i was craving to do, enjoying my time there really, but life outside those premises, is something not to talk about. Not now, at least.
I keep the faith, you keep the light on.
Things will be better, i presume.

All is well to those who believe.
THANK YOU all for reading this blog - your number was startling when i saw the stats yesterday.

Monday Morning

I woke up early after a restless night of tossing and turning to a rainy, gloomy, and foggy New England morning. The weather report promises a brighter and sunnier afternoon.
I headed downstairs to my study and restructed my syllabus for the fall. Which made me feel kind of bored. I haven't done anything creative for such a long time that I feel very stagnant and depressed.

So I think instead of staying in all day and working I am going to go into Boston this morning after all. I haven't been into town for a long time I think that it might be nice to spend the morning walking around and perhaps gather my thoughts. Maybe I will get inspired.

K

of my best friend

She is Katerina and there is absolutely no one i could replace her with. She is my best friend but there is the mockery of distance and the apathy of my ridiculous character that keeps me more away than needed from her.

She is Katerina and she has been with me no matter the distance that separates us more than 10 years, while we were undergrads at college. Perhaps she is the fondest memory of the place, i still recall the moment i arrogantly asked her to give me something of her own so that i remembered her everytime i saw it. She gave me a Cross silver pen, the thin one. I write with it all these years. Then 2 years ago we were talking of pens over the phone and we got the same Parket Sonnet roller ball. This is my fav, and every day i write in it i think of her writing too.

She is Katerina and lives in Boston. A hell of a way. But i still see her in a very early morning visit from the airport to her place, after a sudden trip i had she bringing coffee in her sleepy smile. And i remember her house, sitting there for hours at the balcony, seeing the sun go down, talking talking talking and enjoying her famous latte. And listening to Ramazotti a whole summer. And then after a car accident (well i was a pedestrian and got hit by a motorbike) she was the only one to have come to the hospital to bring me clothes to change. And some many more.

She is Katerina. And she is my best ever friend.