I sit here with my little pink laptop, signing a bunch of letters and listening to a movie in the background. Memories of a time long ago are coming back, and I am reminded of my imminent journey next week to my "hometown" of Northern Virginia. It's been a while, and I do miss my ole' snobby-yet-familiar stomping grounds. DC chillin'. A year ago today, I was making plans to go to Boston, and today I made some to get back home. Tomorrow, I will be in Nashville, listening to awesome music, and I won't have a care in the world.
Beer, water, coffee, pecan pie, guava, and Cuban crackers accompanied my real dinner tonight as I've been watching movies, reading letters, and gazing at old photos. I'm digging the neat things that people collect during a short lifetime, and am realizing just how fast the time is passing these days. Soon enough, I'll be celebrating Thanksgiving with a bunch of Cubans and I'll be surrounded by little people.
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| But for now, I'll wait... |
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| As if I was waiting at a restaurant. |
One time, my girl, Brooke Fraser, wrote a song called
Love is Waiting. Maybe I should remember that in a special way this coming week.
~Esa Cita
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