When I got back from the DR I made a note to keep up the blog even though I wasn't traveling. You see how far that got. But today I'm a little under the weather and have watched my fill of movies and read about as much bookness as I can take and frolicked with my old lady rats til they squeaked, "for the love of Pete, leave us alone unless you got any cheese for us!" The good news is that in the hour I forced myself out of the apartment today, I manged to pick up two more books from the library, soothe my throat with some free tea, and scored a FREE SANDWICH! That's right kids, I have access now to
FREE SANDWICHES!!!!!!!
Those of you who know me well will understand what a monumental deal this is. Plus they are really delicious sandwiches, which is the icing on the cake. Hmmm, speaking of which, I have to get working now to find a score of free cake...
The holidaze went well for me. I now drink beer and play the guitar, so my brother and I were able to bond like never before. I met my niece, ate pancakes, hiked through a beautiful mucky melty forest, cooked three chickens at once and kissed a gay man (I have very little memory of this last event, though I do have a surprisingly passionate picture to prove it). All in all a good little jaunt to Buffalo. It wasn't until the car was pulling away from the house at 5 in the morning on New Year's Day that I remembered I was leaving that house for probably the last time ever. It's not the house I grew up in, but it's the house I did a lot of growing up in, and certainly the house where most of my memories are stored. My dad is selling it, and he already has a few interested buyers, apparently. So that's it. And that's odd. But it's okay. Because things change and life moves on and nothing is forever. The memories cultivated there will always be with me, but now it's time to move on. Although in now makes my question of, "where is home" even harder...
