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I love when I can hear the train whistles blow from my house.
Honestly, I have no idea what train station is near enough for me to hear it, but I remember even as a little kid thinking "I wonder what it's like to being going places."
Although, now that I'm older I know most trains are for cargo and don't carry people around, it's nice to still think those that are passengers are having an adventure of sorts. Everyone deserves a story to tell.
I can't wait to break out of here.
Thanksgiving was nothing extraordinary. We went to my great-aunts house with my Dad's family. The adults drank, told their waspy new england childhood stories about traveling to Boston, living on Beacon Hill, visiting FAO Schwartz, and other family traditions. Plus stories about dead relatives I never met and lots of alcohol inculding something about my great grandfather bootlegging in the 1920s. My grandmother unintentionally started a running joke about being shunned by dogs (I'm almost positive she still doesn't understand why we laughed/kept bringing it up) and as being from that sort of family goes, my dad and great aunt kept slipping in snarky comments about my older sister's Spanish boyfriend and his son. Awesome.
I hope you all had a good holiday :)
Tell me about it. Any silly stories, etc.
Honestly, I have no idea what train station is near enough for me to hear it, but I remember even as a little kid thinking "I wonder what it's like to being going places."
Although, now that I'm older I know most trains are for cargo and don't carry people around, it's nice to still think those that are passengers are having an adventure of sorts. Everyone deserves a story to tell.
I can't wait to break out of here.
Thanksgiving was nothing extraordinary. We went to my great-aunts house with my Dad's family. The adults drank, told their waspy new england childhood stories about traveling to Boston, living on Beacon Hill, visiting FAO Schwartz, and other family traditions. Plus stories about dead relatives I never met and lots of alcohol inculding something about my great grandfather bootlegging in the 1920s. My grandmother unintentionally started a running joke about being shunned by dogs (I'm almost positive she still doesn't understand why we laughed/kept bringing it up) and as being from that sort of family goes, my dad and great aunt kept slipping in snarky comments about my older sister's Spanish boyfriend and his son. Awesome.
I hope you all had a good holiday :)
Tell me about it. Any silly stories, etc.