Wanderlust

Sitting at my boyhood home, alone, sort of...

Kaz and Gretchen (my sister who is getting married) are out with the girls doing bachelorette stuff. I don't feel that good, and I didn't want to be pulling everyone down with my funk. So I stayed home. With the parents. I also wanted them to go out without me. Who wants their older brother, no matter how cool he is, out with them on their own bachelorette party?

It's good to hang out at the house I grew up in. Now that I'm going to be a father, I've been quite reflective about all sorts of things. I don't think I really have to get into any of it, because I think you can imagine what I'm talking about. I guess I've been quite preoccupied with this whole "parent" thing.

This morning we got back from State College where we hung out with Winston. I don't know where Ken and Holly were but who cares when you got the 'ston to chill with. He's funky and cool like that (as you can see).

It was a great time even though we didn't do much. It's always cool to hang out with Ken and Holly. To me it always feels like we live near each other and see each other all the time when we get together. I witnessed Ken delivering the renter's notice saying they won't be renewing the lease. They are moving to Denver, and it was an honor to see them making sure they can't stay in that small-ass apartment anymore.

I think everyone should move somewhere far away for at least a couple of years. It's quite liberating knowing you can make it where you know where nothing is, know nobody, and your family is far away. It makes you realize why you are actually worth talking too. This summer, Gretchen and Bert are moving to Nevada (from Virginia), Ken & Holly are moving to Denver (from PA), and others are moving to Maryland (from elsewhere). How cool is that? More people should move.

I guess this summer is the summer of change. Everything is changing. Things are in motion. It feels good. Since moving out to Utah and not having a job for so long, I don't fear change so much. Sure, Kaz, I am resistant and stubborn and it takes time for me to accept things sometimes, but I don't fear it. (sorry I could just hear what she is going to say to me before she even reads this).

I could go on with how it seems all my friends & family around me and I are changing. But I am done philosophizing at my boyhood home. At least for tonight. I am going to make some good tapioca pudding.

Posted by George at June 16, 2005 5:50 PM