you'll never come back to this place for long
tomorrow morning my brother, loren, is driving to california. to live. and work. and start a new life. i am proud of him, yes. but soon it will hit me that the distance between us is much more than just a street block. mom is a mess. it's the first one of us (dan, loren, and i) is truly leaving the nest. i don't want to say i took him being close for granted, but i'm afraid i may have. the one and only thing that everyone finds to say... "well, now you have a nice vacation spot." true i suppose. but would i miss him less had he moved to a not-so-worthy-of-vacationing spot? i'm quite sure i would miss him all the same.
on a more exciting note... p.s. i saw ben folds last thursday. the best birthday present ever. i love you nick. oh it was surreal, since the day ben folds first hit my ears i have only imagined what it would be like to see him live. and there i was watching his fingers with lightning speed twinkle across the ivory keys. quite simply a dream come true. <3 and rufus wainwright was just the mellow to finish the night with a quiet smile and dreamy eyes.
yes it's almost four thirty in the morning, so i suggest i get some sleep.
on a more exciting note... p.s. i saw ben folds last thursday. the best birthday present ever. i love you nick. oh it was surreal, since the day ben folds first hit my ears i have only imagined what it would be like to see him live. and there i was watching his fingers with lightning speed twinkle across the ivory keys. quite simply a dream come true. <3 and rufus wainwright was just the mellow to finish the night with a quiet smile and dreamy eyes.
yes it's almost four thirty in the morning, so i suggest i get some sleep.