home sweet home.
Well, I am back at school after having been in Connecticut for the past couple of days. My sister Annabel came back home to New Haven for a few days, a birthday/graduation present to her from her boyfriend. It was fun because Annie had no idea that I was coming home too. My mom came to pick me up at the bus station with Annabel and Ken, but she told them that she had to pick something up for dinner. Luckily Annabel didn't bother questioning why she would have to go all the way to Hartford to find something for dinner. Anyway, by the time they got to the bus station, Annabel and Ken were completely passed out. I got to sneak up on her and then I opened the door and said "wake up dumb head". It was especially amusing because she was all disoriented at first and didn't understand what was going on. She said later that she thought that some woman working at a toll (even though there are none in Connecticut) was yelling at her to wake up.
So yeah, it was nice being home, but its nice to be back too. I went over to my dad's house for a few hours and sorted through a whole lot of papers and random stuff that's been tucked away for a while. I was able to find a whole bunch of my own writing from when I was at Foote and also when I was at ECA (the Educational Center for the Arts). I have so much to go through now, but I'm looking forward to it because there are definitely things that I wrote that I had completely forgotten about, as well as things that I remembered writing but had not seen in years.
Back at my mom's house I had wanted to scan a particular picture of me and my dad when I was really little, and then E-mail it to myself, but I ended up getting sucked into all of the photo albums and what started as one picture finished with about 30. I like looking at pictures of my family from back when. They help remind me of all the light and happiness in my family, before everything got so dark. I'm not saying that things in my family are nearly as chaotic and messy and painful as they once were; I just appreciate looking back at when I didn't know how complicated life could be, before I realized and understood for myself just how hopelessly sad some people can feel.
Right, so, I think that's enough depressing crap for one night. I'm going to head onto bed, but so as not to sign off on such a solemn note, I shall post one of the pictures I was talking about. Night all.
Annabel and I up in Maine heading towards Sand Beach. (Back when I was still taller than her.)
And yes, those are matching bathing suits.
So yeah, it was nice being home, but its nice to be back too. I went over to my dad's house for a few hours and sorted through a whole lot of papers and random stuff that's been tucked away for a while. I was able to find a whole bunch of my own writing from when I was at Foote and also when I was at ECA (the Educational Center for the Arts). I have so much to go through now, but I'm looking forward to it because there are definitely things that I wrote that I had completely forgotten about, as well as things that I remembered writing but had not seen in years.
Back at my mom's house I had wanted to scan a particular picture of me and my dad when I was really little, and then E-mail it to myself, but I ended up getting sucked into all of the photo albums and what started as one picture finished with about 30. I like looking at pictures of my family from back when. They help remind me of all the light and happiness in my family, before everything got so dark. I'm not saying that things in my family are nearly as chaotic and messy and painful as they once were; I just appreciate looking back at when I didn't know how complicated life could be, before I realized and understood for myself just how hopelessly sad some people can feel.
Right, so, I think that's enough depressing crap for one night. I'm going to head onto bed, but so as not to sign off on such a solemn note, I shall post one of the pictures I was talking about. Night all.
Annabel and I up in Maine heading towards Sand Beach. (Back when I was still taller than her.)
And yes, those are matching bathing suits.