In about an hour, a man who I haven't seen in over 8 years is going to be knocking on my door.
I've talked before about the fact that I really don't talk to my family. The one person I do talk to, much less on any sort of regular basis, is my Grandpa Chuck. He's up in Washington visiting my mother's sister (
some back story here) and is coming down to spend the day with his little, fishing buddy..
The last time I saw him I was a teenager in Pheonix, AZ. I was a depressed, angry, hurt, confused teenager trying to figure my way out of an abusive household. In my preteen and early teen years, I was the only one of his several granddaughters who would go fishing and hunting with him (yes, this vegan used to fish and hunt, that's part of the reason why I am vegan). We would spend hours in the great outdoors, pretty much not talking about anything, usually just sitting there.
Now I'm 24, I live in a house with a very nice lady here in Portland, I bike everywhere, I'm vegan, I am kind of an adult. Even though we talk on the phone every now and then, it's always for just few minutes.
So, in short, I feel weird. It's going to be an awkward day.