| I don't get to see my family as much as I...maybe want to isn't the right word. As much as I would feel more comfortable with? After a while it just sort of slips my mind, I guess, and then that weird guilt shows up out of absolutely nowhere and I feel like if I don't panic, drop everything, and run I'm the worst kid ever. Which is silly, because I've grown up with some of you and I know what you're like. Not that I'm pointing fingers! But I might be. Anyway, that happened over the weekend and I wound up in the living room I used to do somersaults in yesterday and it was a somewhat enlightening experience. Their lives over the past two decades have hardly changed at all. I can remember almost every piece of furniture from my childhood and my mom handed me the same mug that she's been handing me since I was old enough to drink out of something other than a sippy cup. The routine of it all was nice at first, but in the end it left me feeling uncomfortable. They don't talk to me much about the things in my life they just don't get. They didn't talk to me much at all, really, but I've come to be okay with it. Anyway, while I was there I was offered some last remaining garden vegetables and all I can think to do is make soup out of them. I don't know if it'll be any good, but if you want to taste test for me I'll bring the entire shebang to the office tomorrow. [Ophelia] Anything I can do to help you in your newfound freedom? |
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