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Brynn and I have finally arrived in Dallas. It didn't really take too long. We got talking and I wasn't so tired. I think the 48 oz of coffee didn't have much of an effect beyond the warmth.
Her house is a very strange thing. It's minutes away from downtown Dallas. It's actually in Dallas and not a suburb. It is also monstrously huge, replete with a balustrade above the grandiose entrance. It kills me that this huge house belongs to a family of four, one of whom doesn't even live there anymore.
It is ridiculous how huge this house is. I can't believe it.
It's so all-American. I can't put my finger on it, but it is an element missing from my house that I've always been able to pick out and that I've always felt weird about. Also, her parents make lots of money and obviously love it. They collect art, wine, cowskin pillows and redecorate shit needlessly. It's full of home furnishings that you really don't need. I imagine they spend lots of money pointlessly when they go on vacation.
The really weird thing about it is how Brynn fits into it all - or rather, how she doesn't fit in. Her room is decorated in sports shit, Olympics memorabilia, NASA patches, baseball stuff, a signed football in a display case, a painting of a bass on the wall of her bathroom. She hates sports, she doesn't give a damn about any of that stuff. The only glimmer of her is in the Kurt Cobain poster near her door. Brynn's room is a portrait of how her parents want her to be, not how she is. It isn't her at all and it's almost eerie.
I understand why she doesn't feel at home in her own family's house. I think I know just how much she doesn't fit in with her family already and I haven't even met them yet.
Jesus.
Goodnight,
Omar.
Her house is a very strange thing. It's minutes away from downtown Dallas. It's actually in Dallas and not a suburb. It is also monstrously huge, replete with a balustrade above the grandiose entrance. It kills me that this huge house belongs to a family of four, one of whom doesn't even live there anymore.
It is ridiculous how huge this house is. I can't believe it.
It's so all-American. I can't put my finger on it, but it is an element missing from my house that I've always been able to pick out and that I've always felt weird about. Also, her parents make lots of money and obviously love it. They collect art, wine, cowskin pillows and redecorate shit needlessly. It's full of home furnishings that you really don't need. I imagine they spend lots of money pointlessly when they go on vacation.
The really weird thing about it is how Brynn fits into it all - or rather, how she doesn't fit in. Her room is decorated in sports shit, Olympics memorabilia, NASA patches, baseball stuff, a signed football in a display case, a painting of a bass on the wall of her bathroom. She hates sports, she doesn't give a damn about any of that stuff. The only glimmer of her is in the Kurt Cobain poster near her door. Brynn's room is a portrait of how her parents want her to be, not how she is. It isn't her at all and it's almost eerie.
I understand why she doesn't feel at home in her own family's house. I think I know just how much she doesn't fit in with her family already and I haven't even met them yet.
Jesus.
Goodnight,
Omar.