i lost about fifty pictures i took on this trip (which seems to happen whenever I take pictures of my relatives), so of course this is one of the few that remained.
but, you know, it’s probably the most appropriate.
Q: Why do I hear “Smack That” blasting from the street outside the house?
A: Because my sister’s pulling into the driveway.
This is ridiculous.
I’m now sitting in the JFK airport, with free wireless, having a glass of wine and sushi as I wait for my flight to start boarding.
You must know:
1. I normally would never do this.
2. But this is my vacation, and I told myself I’d do things I normally wouldn’t do.
3. It still feels way too decadent, but I’m going to let myself enjoy it because
4. Yesterday was quite emotional.
I got to see lots of family and friends. We tried to see more, but families are complicated, and some people shy away from contact, and consequently we were sometimes turned away, or left knocking at the door, or sometimes we asked not to come anywhere near the door. Continue reading
I’m in Connecticut. My cousin’s about to take me to the train station so I can get to Manhattan, where a shuttle will take me to JFK. I fly to Burbank, where I fetch my suitcase and check into a different airline that’ll take me to Oakland, to get to Berkeley.
It’s going to take many, many hours, and all I want to do is speed up time so I can get to stee.
If you had walked into my bedroom any night of my high school years, there was a 85% chance you were going to hear this album playing. I would often turn it on to mask the fact that I was on the phone, hiding under the covers, in the dark. The opening notes of this song still remind me of staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, tears in my eyes, my fingers tangled in phone cord, as I yearned to be wherever it was the person holding the other end of the line was standing.
Maybe I get cocky when I wear my America Is Scary t-shirt. People tend to stare, and sometimes make disapproving faces, so I have to keep my shoulders squared, my guard up, and be ready to defend myself, at least mentally, because shit, it can get scary out there these days.
So when stee and I were on the train from Connecticut to New York tonight, I probably should have realized I could get into some trouble. Continue reading