Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains
My dad got a job in Oklahoma City and I helped him move down there this weekend. All in all the trip really wasn't very exciting, though I wasn't exactly expecting it to be either. I helped him pick out furniture, which mostly just involved me following him around while he talked to the sales person. Then we had sushi at some place that I forgot the name of but I should probably find out as it was really very good and chances are I'll be down there again shortly. Anyway, it just kindof feels weird to me with my mom here in Wichita, and my dad in OKC. Can't really describe it, though I imagine it's somewhat like what a kid who's parents are getting divorced probably feels like. Except that I'm not a kid, and they're not getting divorced.