Smoking Killed the teen dream, deal with it.
Things are truly better. Time heals all wounds.
Last night Amanda, Wes, Krystl, Eddie, and I went to see the movie Easy A and I have to say it’s adorable. It’s got sass, comedy, big name stars, sexy ladies, cute boys, drama drama drama, and a nice plot. It was well done. I laughed a lot, as I expected to. I do feel that the trailer gave away too many of the funnies. I plan to own this once on DVD. It’ll sit on the self next to Mean Girls, Clueless, and Jawbreaker.
After the movie we stood around and chatted. Amanda and Wes told me I had to quit smoking because they were. In all honesty I am not sure I am ready, but I am giving it a shot. I notice that I smoke more around them because they are some of my only friends that smoke. Now that they aren’t, the car rides won’t be bad! So today on the way to work I smoked my last cigarette. I’ll keep you all posted on how that goes. :)
xoxo,
d.
Work, friends, and summer.
I don’t really talk about work in my writings, but all I have done lately is work. So all I can write about is working. Here goes:
I am fully enjoying the changes around me at work. I am seeing teammates push themselves. I am watching people grow and move into new positions. I am sad to see some people go. It’s funny how much work becomes a second home. I’ve been working a lot of over time lately because the business needed it. I’m proud of the people I am assisting. It’s all a little over whelming, but manageable. I am looking at myself in a mirror and I like what I see. I’ve grown up. I’m looked to for guidance and I am given respect. That’s nice. I hope everyone I know is growing and learning in their current positions and striving to get to that next level.
Random acts of hate. I just don’t understand.
I’ve been at a loss for words for a few days now, but after some drinks at the restaurant, some more at Chris & Krystl’s, and some alone time on the couch I am ready to type.
I want to start by saying that I am deeply sad, emotional, and angry. I look at life now and wonder why some things have happened. I surround my self with the best of people and I often find myself looking above for answers. This is new to me. Before now I knew what I wanted and enjoyed what I had. I often worried about those around me, but never my self. I now worry about myself and those around me more than ever.
I’ve also stopped writing this blog a few times in the past three days because the subject is a sensitive one. A series of events. Some involving me and some not so directly. I can speak to my own, but not others.
I was assaulted Saturday night. It started this series of events that I don’t want to relive, ever ever again. I pulled into a gas station to buy something to drink and a snack before heading to Amanda’s for some chill time when I was assaulted. I pulled in and parking near the door next to a car that pulled in right before me. As I pulled in I saw a woman get out. My windows were down. I pulled into the spot next to her car and as I did I started to hear words I hadn’t really experienced in public. A guy in her passenger seat starting yelling things like “fucking faggot” and something about burning in hell. Now, I know I sometimes wear makeup or bend the ‘guy’ mold, but I looked very average. T-shirt from AE, plaid shorts, flip flops, glasses, and my hair. Nothing crazy that night. He kept going as I got out of my car and I never looked back. I did not care. I am strong, it’s nothing I hadn’t heard at least once before online, or in person, but this time it was all different. This guy was disgusting. I went inside and got my Diet Coke and Apple Pie snack. The woman was in front of me in the check-out line. She was almost finished as I walked up. She was rude to the clerk and I wondered how someone could act like that to a complete stranger. As I walked up I made small talk with the clerk about that ladies rudeness. We talked about how crazy people can be and I told him the guy in her car was rude and verbally abusive to me. One my way out the door I hoped that they were gone, but they weren’t. As I walked to my car he got out and kept his door open. I had to open my door and squeeze into my car, but as I did so his mouth kept going. By this time it was like slow motion on a fast forward speed setting. It was surreal. The woman was out of the car and yelling at him to get into her car and at the same time telling me ‘sorry sweetie, he’s drunk’ … then he hit me. He hit me in the arm. I was getting in to my car. I couldn’t start it and get my windows up and doors locked fast enough. He hit my driver window over and over. I started to back out as he continued to hit my window and yell words. I was in shock. It had been raining. As I put the car into drive and hit the gas I spun out. Out of the spot I was. I found myself at a red light quick. I then thought I saw a cop across the street so I went there. Nothing. By the time I regained composure I drive across the street to get their license plate number and they were gone. I then got back onto the road and picked up the phone. I was over whelmed with emotions and called my mom. She calmed me down, and on my way to Amanda’s I went. My mom told me she would call me back in a few minutes….
Amanda was upset. She started to do what any smart protective friend would do. She looked up the gas stations phone number, the police station’s number, and then advised that I call. I was just in shock.
Then the phone rang.
This phone call will be one I will never forget and one that will change my life, and view of people, forever. My mom called me upset. The details of our conversation are private and it is something I wish not to share. It’s not my place. Maybe one day my mom can write something about her experience that I can post. I will suggest it to her. I think maybe by speaking out people will see a view point on a subject that is horrific. All I will say is… my heart stopped. The worst thing happened. I could not breathe. As my mom told me her story I cried. I worried. I wondered. I feared. My mind then forgot everything I had experienced that night and went into protective mode for her. I am so proud of my mom. She is such an amazing woman. She is so strong. After being told what happened I realized more than ever how amazing she truly is. No one can take her spirit from her. No one. I now hold women closer to my heart than before. I hold victims close. I want to speak out. I want to fight them. I want to find justice.
My mind did not sleep for nearly two days. I could not sleep. I could not find peace. I was stressed. I prayed. I wanted to get to Vegas so fast. I needed to just hug my mother and heal her heart. I thought about it all so much. I still am. I found support in the most amazing places, surprisingly. Someone from work is giving me a free plane ticket to Vegas for whenever I want to go. I am planning that now. More than ever I want to be hugging my mom. I hope no one ever goes through what she has, but sadly so many women do each day. So many never seek justice. So many never speak out. I want to change that with her help, with your help. I find my heart running. I find my mind thinking about different things then I used to. My prayers were answered about the plane ticket and that takes a lot of stress of my shoulders.
Today was the first day that I woke up ok. I woke up after a long sleep with a plan for the day. I was to pay rent, car payment, see Eddie at work, and then have dinner with Chris, Krystl, Amanda, and Wes. I wanted to surround my self with the best. I need support now. Then Andrew (Eddie’s boyfriend) texted me. I had Eddie’s phone because he left it at home, so he couldn’t get a hold of him. He asked that I ask Eddie to email or call him when he could. Andrew then told me that his car had been keyed with the word “FAG” on the hood. I found the blood in my body boil. How this could happen was beyond me. Andrew is such an amazing young man. He is beyond words amazing. It upset me deep down in my heart to hear that his car had been vandalized. I am shocked, again.
How do people do this shit? Punch people, key cars… etc. I am just in shock.
I sit here praying. I pray that my mom heals up. I pray that her soul finds safety and happiness again. I hope Andrew’s car gets fixed fast so he doesn’t have to have a daily reminder that someone in Nashville is an asshole. I pray that no one ever has to experience hate. I hope for a day where Chris is always home. I miss him. His presence is a much needed one.
I’m thankful for those around me. During this time I might seem distant, crazy, or just … zombie like. I hope you all understand. My mind is not here. It’s in Vegas with my mother. Please pray for us all, my family and friends need it now more than ever.
xoxo,
D.
Colorful Inception.
Some say that you don’t dream in color. I know I didn’t. Life had no goal or plan till I met you. Maybe this is my late night thought process to you, and you’re asleep. Maybe I’m just filled with love and thanks and this is my way to express it, again.
I just saw inception. Great movie. Don’t really care to explain it to you, nor do I want to ruin it… but it is an amazing movie. Go see it. I feel like this movie shows how my mind works. I work on many layers. My mind is always moving, even when time is going by in slow motion. It’s amazing. That was a SN (side note) by the way.
Back on topic. See. My mind ran! ahh!
Seriously. I remember a time when life was black and white and so were my dreams. Now I see a future so vivid in color I run for it. Life is amazing that way. How things happen for reasons that make no sense till chapters down the road. Eddie told me his master plan that involved me. I’m moved. He is simply amazing. That man is filled with love, understanding, and intelligence beyond words. No one will ever fully understand that, but me. A thank you is not nearly enough. Today I found myself wrapped up in my head and more than usual. I’m frustrated on many levels, but then I saw it clearly. Every sign on this road points in the right direction. I’m moving forward and never behind. No stops on this road. I’m excited.
When I look at all of you I look deep inside. I find meaning. I make connections. I wonder. I then try to extract the best in everyone. I care, too much. I’ve realized that sometimes not caring is the best policy. I need to work on that more, for myself. I found my first subject in this. One of many, I am sure. So. Moving forward I will not care about him anymore. I don’t care where he is, who he is with, or what he is doing. Why? Because I see that he never cared. I see this all in full color and it is filled with red. Before the black and white was hard to see through. Ha.
The movie is amazing. Eddie is very important. Work does not matter. I have a plan. I will execute this. My path is there, I just need to walk it. I miss and love my mother. I will find power in my prayer, tonight. I am done with him.
xoxo,
D.
Emotional Breakdown.
Allow me to set the scene for you. Walking around the apartment barefoot. The air is on. I’m carrying laundry to the washer. I’m putting things I need for the trip to Vegas on the table. I sit down at the desk for the first time in weeks, and bam. An emotional breakdown. Tears. What is bothering me? I have no idea. For the first time I am crying for no reason that I know of. I get up and knock on Eddie’s door to free my mind of these tears. He’s laying on his bed. I lay next to him. We talk. It was the instant calming effect I needed. I’m quieter than normal. I just need to feel comfort and security. We come into the dining room and as we sit and talk the tears come back. What is with me today? I feel like I am crying just to cry, but I really wish there was a reason why.
I talked with my mom. She’s amazing. I cannot wait to see her tomorrow night. I am about to fly alone for the first time. I’m about to go to Vegas for the first time. I’m about to see my mom’s new house for the first time. I have a lot going on in my head.
End scene.
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The other day I had a horrible dreaming experience. One where I was on the plane to Vegas and it went down. I saw it happen. As it was going down it wasn’t me on the plane; it was my mother. I woke up very confused, upset, and afraid. Eddie was there for me. I wonder if he realizes how much he means to me - especially for those moments.
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Work. It’s been so busy and crazy that I feel like these past two weeks have flown by. I’ve met a lot of new people. I am working different hours. I am experiencing new things. I am learning. I am growing. People are taking notice. I am really happy in this spot. I never want it to end. I hope I am doing as well as I feel like I am doing. I want my work recognized.
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Weightless. I feel sexy. I feel weightless. I feel amazing. I feel comfortable. I feel all these things around you. I wonder if all of these feelings are good for me, and you. I wonder a lot of things. I know the line. Sometimes I wish there was no line. I guess I’m going to need something constant someday, someday soon. I’m learning. I’m realizing what I do need. I wonder if I find someone else if I will wonder if it should have been you. It could be you. I don’t want to complicate anything. My mind races. It never shuts down.
This summer is going to be the best summer of my life. That is truth.
xoxo,
D.
True.
Be true to yourself, always. I’ve always known this but rarely followed it.
Growing up I focused time and energy to my mannerisms. Focused on combating them. I knew I was loved at home, but in school I feared for myself daily. I feared that people would make more fun of me if I were gay. So many times I played an actor. I spent years doing this. I spent high school dressing a specific way. I tried to fit in. I tried to hide my weight. I told people what they wanted to hear, even if it was not me. I was not me. I look back and see how I waste so much time and energy being something I was not. I should have embraced me. I should have been myself. You live, you learn.
You have to stay true to yourself, your dreams, and your life. I am so proud of myself and the people around me. I watch people chase their dreams, achieve their goals, and live their lives to the fullest.
I watch people like Chris push for a dream in the arts. I am so proud of the things that he and the Framing Hanley guys have done. I am excited to see what this next album will do for them. I am excited to see the photos and hear the stories. I am excited for them to go overseas! I love when he is home for so many reasons and I know Krystl agrees. I love seeing her face lite up when his name is mentioned. I love seeing them together. I know she will face some lonely nights ahead, but I hope she stays true to her heart in knowing that he will come home.
I’m proud of Amanda for leaving something behind that she knew was not good for her, and driving full force ahead into a new adventure in something that she does like. I’m proud of her for taking chances and dreaming big. I want to be there for every step of the way and help in any way possible. She deserves the best - she is worth it. My mom did the same thing, and the times can be hard, but she always tells me how rewarding her decisions are. Even the scariest, most stressful ones. I hope Amanda looks back at these times and feels the same way. Nothing worth something comes easy.
I am in envy of Jarrod. He’s going to leave behind home and pursue his dream in New York City. That takes courage and determination. I wish him many successes and I hope we remain connected forever. I cannot wait to see how it all develops.
Truth. True - True feelings and emotions and self awareness came this year. More than ever this year has been my year. I haven’t won the lottery, I am not making 100,000 a year, but I have won in some many ways. I’m thankful. Thankful that I am me. Thankful that I am being true to myself. That I am being myself. That I am supported. That I am loved.
I owe so much of this year to my best friend, Eddie. I value our talks. I value our bond. I value him. We had this amazing 3 hour conversation last night. I cried. We laughed. I feel like we feed off of and equally contribute to each other in such a positive way. I’m so thankful for that. I could go on and on about our conversation last night here, but much of it would not make sense to anyone but us. I remember it all. It was our first significant talk since his return and it was much needed and over due. I love him.
At the end of this day I am realizing more than ever that I am now true to myself and my friends. I am proud of myself and everyone around me. I love that I am supported and supporting.
My advice to anyone reading: Let go and be true to yourself. It is the most rewarding feeling. Freedom. Love. Power. Live and dream. Dream to live. Just do it.
Tonight I was bored and made this for you all. Oh, then afterwards I cut his hair. :)
My emotions this week have been under water.
It feels like it has been a month since I last wrote to you all. So much has happened so much is happening. I feel like I missed the opportunities to write my feelings out as they happened so now they will all be poured into these next few paragraphs like I would pour my cereal into the big white bowl with ‘slurp’ on it.
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately with myself. In some aspects I really realized that I do need my own time, but in other aspects I really realized how much I value my time with the people I love. I realize how much I miss my mother. Eddie left Nashville one week ago and it feels like it has been a month. This is the first time since meeting him that we haven’t seen each other on a daily. It’s weird not seeing your best friend for a week. He’s with his mom and sisters. He got to see his nephews. He’s doing good. I got a tour tonight via Skype of his mom’s house. Got to meet her. She speaks primarily Spanish so I tried to keep my English slow and proper so she’d better understand me. I think we did good! She’s so pretty. So sweet. I told her to teach Eddie something amazing to cook! I love mexican food! mmmmmm!! Seeing the way she looked at him reminds me of how my mom looks at me. I miss that!
Speaking of mothers. It’s Mother’s Day this Sunday. I’m doing a lil’ video project. I guess it will basically be me reading a letter that I am writing to my mother. I will cry. I’ll share stories. A photo or two. I basically want my mother to know how much I value, appreciate, respect, and adore her. She’s in LasVegas so I cannot just hop in the car and drive on over. I wish more than anything that I could. I really do. It is hard living that far away from someone you love so much. I do not think that I could ever live in Vegas, but maybe I could live near it. I worry about my mother. I worry that she’s out there but with no family. My step dad is out there and has been for a while now, but now he’s going to start his job and he’s going to be gone for a full month. My mom cried about that on the phone with me. My heart broke. It is like when she smiles her entire heart smiles, but when she’s sad her entire heart breaks. I don’t deal well with that. I do while I am on the phone. I tell her it is ok. I change the subject. I try to make her laugh…. but it comes back around to her deep sadness in her voice. Her not wanting to be alone without him and alone without me. I always wanted the day where I moved out onto my own. Where I had my own place and felt proud. I have that now and I do. I love living with Eddie. I love what we have here. It’s worked out amazingly. It looks amazing. We’re having fun. It’s great. The thing I wanted most in all of this was my mom. I wanted her to come over for dinners. Maybe come watch a movie. Drink some wine. Have some laughs. I really wanted to be like “oh, I’m going to my moms for dinner. Wanna come?” to Eddie… but that will never, ever happen. I will never get to just hop in the car and drive over to my moms. That’s what I’ve realized recently. Eddie has opened up completely to his mother about being gay. I’m so proud of him, and proud of her. She has her arms opened wide to her son with complete acceptance and love. That woman is amazing. I hear his happiness with his family in his voice. He has a feeling of family which is something I think he hasn’t felt… in a long time, or ever. Now I see him being home sick and wanting to come home (I miss him, so much), but once he is here I see him really missing his mother too. Their bond is strong. I wonder if he will feel some of the things I feel about missing my mom. Is this how everyone feels about missing their moms? I worry that too much time will go by and the time will grow longer between visits of me with my mom… so much time… that it will feel like I’ve lived my life without her. I cannot fathom that thought and it makes me sad.
As I type these feelings and thoughts down for you all to read through… I cannot help but feel extremely guilty. So many people has lost their parents. So many people can only recall memories or look at old photos. I can still call my mom. I am lucky. I am blessed. Thank you.
This week has not only made me just miss my best friend and also my mother, but these storms that hit Nashville have turned my world into a crazy world. Eddie leaves on a Friday and Sunday we flood. Friday night Jarrod came over to hang out and spend the night after we saw “A Nightmare on Elm St.” (which was great by the way). I could not be more thankful for Jarrod. He’s there to smack me around when I need it most. He’s also there to lift up my spirits when I need it most, too. On Saturday I was alone. The power went out. The rain hit hard. I left the apartment and went to Amanda and Wes’ because I just did not feel at home when alone. I guess I am a big chicken. Then Sunday I go to work and the rain just would not stop. It kept going and going. Breaks and lunches went. They decided to close my work and asked us to leave the area. The Opryland Hotel was evacuated. The waters were rising. What the hell was going on? It was like a movie. The confusion. The rumors. The lack of real-time news. Twitter kept me up-to-date, thank god. The photos, the updates, the news, the websites, the phone calls… it all started to add up and make sense. Nashville was under water. I was scared. I was alone. My mom was worried. Eddie was worried. I felt like I was being pulled in a million directions. I just wanted a hug. I am ok. My car is ok. Our apartment is ok. What is not ok is that so many people lost their lives. So many people lost their homes. So many people are without a job now. This city is amazing and it will be rebuilt. It is so amazing that so many people care for their neighbors. It warms the heart. I was and still somewhat am in some form of shock from all of this. I really did not expect this from some rain! Walking to the end of our parking lot and seeing the main entrance to my work under water was scary. The gas station that I go into nearly daily outside of my work was under water. Today I drove by because finally, 4 days later, the water had gone down enough to reopen part of the street. It was so surreal to see those people that are always in that gas station outside cleaning and taking merchandise out of their store and throwing it away. They just remodeled the outside of that station. It is the things like that. The fact that the mall is still under water. That Opryland Hotel had 12 feet of water. That it will be closed for months to be fixed. The videos, the photos… the stories. I am truly thankful and blessed that I am ok, and that everyone I know is ok.
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The apartment is dead silent. All I hear is my typing. I really miss Eddie. I realize how much he means to my daily life. :)
I’m in this really amazing place in my head right now. This place where my confidence is super high. I feel like I own the world right now. I told Jarrod that I owed him. He yelled at me via text and said I owed him shit and that he was just being him. He just doesn’t realized that he’s that cool. He’s amazing. He doesn’t realize that because he treats me the way he does and because he doesn’t look with those eyes the way most people do. He doesn’t realize a lot of things. Maybe he does. Maybe I don’t realize that he realizes these things. Whoa. It’s the touch - so soft and so right. He’s made me feel beautiful. We’re not dating. It’s not like that, even though I probably painted some picture that lead you to think that… but he is amazing. I hope that is something he realizes.
Amanda said I needed more gay men in my life. I needed that bond. She was right. I need my Eddie and Jarrod. Two of my best friends are now gay men. My best friend circle is closing in smaller and smaller, but it’s got an amazing mix of people that complete me. I am so thankful for that. I am becoming the person I need to because of them. I am learning so much in so many ways. When Amanda told me that I needed that; more gay men in my life…. I laughed. I really did. I also thought in my head - NO! Why? Because I really am not your typical gay man. I can tolerate some techno, but usually only if it’s Eddie (watching his face light up when he is hearing the music makes me smile). I don’t say a lot of these things: “oh my god he is fucking hot. Look at his ass! woo woo!” … that’s just not me, never has been. Now that I have that with my friends I realize that it is apart of me and that world. I do need that. I enjoy sitting on my couch watching Glee with Jarrod and cuddling. That’s something I cannot do with Wesley (lol) for various reasons…. and it is something I share with Jarrod, which makes my friendship with him special. I enjoy gay chit chat with Eddie. I never knew I needed that till I had it. It’s kind of like you can live without a DVR, but once you have one you can never live without it! I’ve just had a lot of realizations lately.
I miss my buddy, I love my mother, I’m thinking of all the people in Nashville, and I promise to write more soon…….
xoxo,
D.
f-r-i-e-n-d-s
I am not sure what I really want to say here other than thank you. Thank you to those of you who read my blog. Thank you to those of you who reply to my Twitter posts. Thank you for the comments on my Facebook photos. Thank you for being you and being with me on this journey.
Tonight I went to Krystl and Chris’ - she made some damn good lasagna. We had drinks. Two bottles of wine and vodka and pineapples, gone. We sat on the deck in the rose garden and talked. Amanda and Wes were there too. The only people missing were Jarrod and Eddie. I would have been in happiness overload if we were all together. We laughed. We smoked. We looked through my old year books at photos of people that were in the band, are in the band, of us, of old flings, of random people we forgot about. It was good. It was an absolutely perfect evening. Then Wes and I went to walmart. I needed some stuff to sew this hair clips to my weave tracks. Totally rocking extensions, soon. haha.
I am now sitting on my beautiful white leather couch, which is not that comfy, but it’s not fully broken in yet. I’m watching the Proposal (starz HD).. and this movie is so cute….
I am thinking about my friendships. All the various different kinds of friendships that I have. Best friends, friends, work friends, internet friends, best friends with benefits, old friends, the possibility of new friends, and friends of friends. I realize that my friend circles have changed. How my best friend circle is smaller, very much so… and how that is a positive change. How my work friends circle has grown. How much I miss so many of my internet friends. How much I really like some of my friends friends. And thinking about how exciting it is to make new friends. I think about how thankful I am to have such amazing people in my life.
I think about my friends that will someday be walking down the wedding road. I think about those plans. The talks. The excitements. The tears. The smiles. The photos. The adventures. That excites me to see so many of my friends so happy with their loved ones.
I think about Eddie and how he is going to go ‘back home’ for two weeks. How will I live without seeing Eddie for two weeks? He is my best friend. I need his smile to get through a cloudy day. A hug to make it all better. Two weeks is a long time but I know it will go fast. He is going home to tell his parents that he’s gay. I am proud of him for making these steps. He’s growing in so many ways. I am proud of my best friend. I think about how Eddie will be on this adventure. I think about how he will miss home and I cannot wait for his safe return already. I know he is going to miss his boo, Andrew, too. I wonder how people leave their loves for any extended period of time. I wonder how my mom kept her heart and mind sane without my step dad while she lived in Vegas by her self for a couple months. I wonder how Krystl deals with Chris going on the road. I am not sure I could do it. I miss my mother terribly.
I’m thinking a lot about Jarrod. I’m thinking about how amazing he is. How much I will learn and grow from him and his place in my life and heart. I wonder if he see’s how much I truly value him. I wonder so many things about him but find that they aren’t as important as spending as much time as possible before he moves to New York City. I am excited to hear about his adventures in NYC. I am excited to visit NYC for the first time and get to do it with friends, and to see him. He’s not gone yet, and it isn’t the end of summer, but when he goes I know I will cry. We have so much fun together and that level of comfort is amazing. He is one of those people in my life that look at me with no ounce of judgement in their eyes. He’s someone that sees me for me. That means so much to me. He’ll never know just how much. I’m so thankful for the exposure to GLEE and BUFFY that he has given me.
One of the most important friendships that I am missing right now is my mother. She is such an amazing woman. I miss her dearly and with Mother’s Day coming up I feel the need to do something completely extra special. I need to find a way to communicate to her how much I love her. I need to give her a virtual hug. I think it will involve a video and a photo or two. You never know how much you miss someone until they are not there to see, hold, hug, laugh with… on a daily. With the time difference and our busy schedules we don’t get to talk as often as I would like.
It strikes me hard that I’ve been in this apartment for two months now. Time is flying. Before I know it my mom will be here for a visit. Eddie will be back telling me all about his ‘coming out’ story. Jarrod will be packing for NYC. … there will be so many events. So many things that will happen this summer, and year. So many of them will happen fast. So many of them will sneak up on me and before you know it… it will be said and done. I look forward to all of that, but I want to make sure I take the time to reflect here, and on Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube.
This is a super long blog entry and if you made it to this point - Thank you. The lesson learned here is amazing friends. When you find them, hold onto them. Tell them you love them and always cherish the moments. Make moments. Make time. Call people. Tell them.
Until next time,
xoxox,
D.
I flew a kite for the first time in the high winds yesterday. Eddie has this beautiful kite with many colors. My favorite color is the bright green because in the sky you can see it for … well… EVER. It’s beautiful. We went to a park and ate our take-out food, and it was so windy.. it was perfect for kite time! We got back to the apartment and got out the kite and went to our backyard. It was muddy from the 6-8 hours of rain the day before, but it was perfect. I have never flown a kite before and the excitement from something so simple was amazing. An empty field, a best friend, beautiful skies, a lot of wind, and a kite in the air…. :)
