Tuesday, July 10, 2007

tamara and me...

i came here tonight to write. to catch up. to say hello.

and i don't know, but i just wasn't finding the words.

and then i started to read the words. tamara's words.

went by to visit the girl. was missing her

and thinking that it was just a week ago

that her and konrad were here.

the first time that we'd actually met,

but without really knowing how to say it,

the most familiar face and friend.

it's as though tamara has always been

right here along side me. a part of me.

a companion thru the heart of it all.

she was already at my place when i got home from work

and walking thru my own doors

right up to her to hug and say hello

was as though that moment had been a thousand times

and never ever before.

but reading her blog and words tonight,

it all just came back. as though it were here. now.

and there was a smile on the face,

as there was a tear in the eye.

okay tam, still can't get over all the apartment piccies.

my god, the place is honestly still empty!

in a literal sense.

and that's not about not being content

but literally (time for justification)

of starting all over again. with the bits. the pieces.

boxes are still spilled all over the place

waiting to find a place to crawl themselves into. under.

no lamps hanging from the ceiling yet. nor pictures on the wall.

but they'll come. with time.

and i think the most important thing that fills a home

are the memories. like those that we created. together.

it's the friends (and the lovers) that share the walls

fill the space and breath the air.

and having you here. the both of you.

it inspired. and it changed things.

and brought so much back to life for me again.

so much that had frozen itself over the past months.

and i can't thank you enough for that sweetie.

i honestly can't.

so maybe the only real words i'm able to find tonight

are those saying to you

how special and wonderful you are.

how much i adore you

and how grateful that i am,

that there's you in my life.

heart. soul. friend.

i love you tam. and i thank you!

tamara, isabelle and me...
and photos by the one, the only...


thestraightpoop said...


My parents called me "sparkplug" when I was very young...it's a nickname I still like as it means something that ignites. It sounds like our visit had that effect on you, and nothing could make me happier. I really wanted you to see yourself through my eyes, and it sounds like I was successful. You're quite something to see!!

We really enjoyed ourselves, and thank you so much for your hospitality.

It was amazing to finally meet the remarkable Ang - you were everything I thought you would be, and so much more.

Thank you for these words.



susanna said...

Angela, I'm so glad that you met Tamara. Sounds like she is a kindred spirit for you. True girlfriends really do add a depth to our lives, don't they? And from Tamara's photos on her blog (I'll be going back to read more of her posts), your place looks great! She's right - your apartment could be in the pages of Dwell magazine. And I just love what you are wearing in these photos! You got style, Girl! :)

Anonymous said...

How I'm enjoying catching up on some little moments of you. I don't know how I didn't know of this blog (I probably did and... forgot somewhere in the midst of Raphie's birth...), but I feel moved to see you and read your words again.

How I've missed you.

(And you look so very beautiful.)