interrogating still life
last night I got caught up in my uncles paintings. it was the first time in a long time I looked at something beautiful without being told it was beautiful. I got to sit back and swim through the paintings on my own, finding the parts that I liked without having them pointed out to me. it was interesting.
tomorrow Im on a plane for home, I leave here around noon and spend 4 hours in montreal then take a plane home. I should just plead insanity now. me, alone, in the montreal airport. bad bad bad idea.
my dad seems like he cant wait for me to get home, me on the other hand, I can wait forever.
I love how I got one email from my dad at 4:25 and an email from my step mother 4 minutes later.
tomorrow Im on a plane for home, I leave here around noon and spend 4 hours in montreal then take a plane home. I should just plead insanity now. me, alone, in the montreal airport. bad bad bad idea.
my dad seems like he cant wait for me to get home, me on the other hand, I can wait forever.
I love how I got one email from my dad at 4:25 and an email from my step mother 4 minutes later.