another year comes passing by

every year on my birthday, i think about the year that went by and all (if any) i've accomplished. i look at the life i've created for myself and the people around me. it doesn't take much to decide that family (despite how annoying, dysfunctional, etc) will always be, your family.

Many friends have come and gone (or linger somewhere in the background) in my life, but hell, every night or wee morning, i can always count on that dim light someone would leave on in the hallway for me when i get 

home.