It’s been a long time, I know.
Works been the same. There was an earthquake in Chile, a false tsunami warning in Hawaii, and Houston was snowed on for the second time in a short period of months. I also decided that I want to move to Wilmington, NC. Why? Because it’s gorgeous and I want to open a summer camp for children with Aspergers Syndrome there.
I’m twenty-one now. Andrea will be seventeen soon. I ended up at Cafe Adobe on my birthday, surrounded by a group of people that I’ve known for a very, very long time.
Kat turns twenty-six this year, Adam turns twenty-seven…we’re all growing up, kind of. Kat still sings giggly songs, Adam still tickles me to tears, and I still wish I were a ninja. But I’m not really sure if those types of things will ever go away. I don’t think I want them to.
Adam and I are staying here another year. We signed the less again a few weeks ago. There’s no one else that I’d rather spend the next year of my life with.
Andrea’s going to college now, by the way. It irks me. I want her to stay eight years old forever. She’s the best kid ever. Seriously.
I started playing guitar again, as of tonight. My fingers hurt, my guitar isn’t holding tune, but I’ve memorized four songs and am working on one that I started a while back and just never finished.
I think that’s it for now. I’ll write again soon. Promises, promises.