Seeing the family supassed any of my expectations and believe me I was practically peeing in my pants to see them so that says alot. It was the first time I have been around a group of American's since leaving the states. The tribe was impossible to miss-Dad in his bright orange baltimore orioles shirt, Mom entusiastically waving her hand like it was a dogs tail, and 'Tina, the well adjusted, easy going, healthy travel as always. They were so American...in the loveliest of ways.
I sitll can't believe that I am worth visiting and I can appreciate them all on different levels- as a comfort (my past), as friends (the present), and my future, always.
To have home come to me while remaining in this bubble of a vacation and to be able to show them what I have been experiencing over the last few months is truely special.
Enough with this mushy shit, I know no one reads the blog for that so I'll try to get back to doing what I do best-being witty and abusiving the English language where it hurts it most, in the most grammatical of ways
Big ups Powers'. <3
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And we loved visiting you and seeing all the things you have seen. Since I'm posting this at 4:20 in the morning, you can see I'm still jet lagged. Thumbs up on The Return of the Blog! Love, ma.
Brenna, I LOVE your spelling and your grammar and feel complete solidarity with the Look, Look, There's a Chicken! aspect of it. Jack and I have been in LA and are driving back up the coast of California. We spent the night in Santa Barbara, where Jack had his first bookstore -- this is in Isla Vista, right by UCSB. Today we're driving to San Luis Obispo, then on up the coast to home in time to vote. We may have a Presidential Candidate at day's end. GO O-BA-MA! We have to pick up Wayne Thiebaud at Metro Dog, where Eva just called to say she's stashed him. Wayne get it? hence my blog tag? ....LOVE TO YOU BREN...!
Sorry we missed it Bren, saw some pics and it looks great. We're looking forward to maybe one night away while Nonna and Papa babysit. Man, living large ...
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