first photograph from the new home.
john and nancy. nancy loves to move furniture. john likes to golf. nancy likes jazz. john likes to play dispatch in the car. nancy likes to go on cross-country road-trips. john loves to make a good steak. nancy loves to entertain at the house. john likes to coach golf. nancy likes coupons. john likes to attempt any type of fishing. nancy likes to swim when the water is above ninety degrees. john likes real estate. nancy likes L.L. Bean slippers. john loves to know a city by all of its street names. nancy likes emailing. john likes honest work. nancy loves hospitality. john loves nancy. nancy loves john. john is my father. nancy is my mother.
well, she’s one of a kind.
a recent highlight:
she’s listed as my mother’s daughter
on facebook.
before i was.
and that makes my heart swell.
extremely superficial and
very silly in regards to the
facebook part.
but she’s family.
she is family.
i love that my friends go to my house
when i am not home.
and have dinner with my family
when i am not there.
one time ski did that,
and pretended that the meal
was a deceased me.
that is a little disgusting.
she cracks me up.
all over.
i miss her.
but she’s family,
so ill see her again.
always.
back in southern california.
back to the people i longed to see.
back to reality and classes.
i don’t have much to show for it at the moment.
but hopefully my wide grin can be seen
from here to the east coast.
east london excursion. witnessing snow. standing in awe of tiny vehicles. monmouth coffee for the last time/saying goodbye. changing of the guards. globe theater. harrods. hugs. high fives. stressing. packing. leaving. loving. embracing. home.
