Tucson has been great. Getting to spend time with Grandpa was really nice. I know so many more family stories now. We built quite an array of furniture, we're a pretty good team, no arguing. I finally got to see some Norway photos. My scorpion friend from the first night showed up again while I was in the bathroom. Let's just say I freaked out a bit, but we found him after he scuttled(shiver) away and Grandpa killed him with a hammer.
It's been a bit odd as well. I'm sleeping in the bed I had when I was 11 and in Sudbury. I wake up to the same mirror but I'm 11 years older and just as strange. The obvious thing is that Grandma isn't here, which is hard in the quiet way the fact of it lingers in small and large spaces in the house. The kitchen table is clean all across and no one was up at 3 in the morning, aside from some distraught coyotes. It has been nice to remember things though. I sat in a closet and went through some old photographs. I took a few clothes, some books, and a few pieces of jewelery. The pack rat and family items lover in me wants to take everything even if I won't wear it or use it. I could write forever on this though, so I'll spare myself.
Phyllis is almost completely packed, now with some extra items. It's strange because she looks less full than before. Ha, oh well. An 8 hour drive awaits us tomorrow. But Los Angeles is at the end, shouting at me. Though I'm still not sure if it's yelling "COME HERE!" or "STAY AWAY!" I hope it's the first, but it's going to be fun either way, I'm convinced. If you haven't gotten mail, I promise it's coming some time this week. I'm still pretty tired, so early bed time again.
Tomorrow life starts in more of a real way. In the way that I now must take full responsibility for myself. In the way that I now must admit this might be hard. Hard, but who wants easy anyways?
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. " ~ Kerouac
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Well, I burst out crying in the middle of this one, Jessie. What a journey it's been, though. I've really enjoyed reading the blog and am so happy that you undertook this adventure and made it safely all the way across the country. We're also all really glad that you came our way. We don't get enough visitors. Give Eric a hug from me and best of luck in LA. I have a bunch of ol' students out there, btw; let me know if you want some more friends or contacts there!
I get to see you tonight!
-Eric
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