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I’ve been missing my family. I’ve told you lies about them, like how they live
in a different universe, but I’ve also told you some true things, including
the fact that a lot of them are teachers, and that my parents liked to log the
number of kids who came to their house for Halloween. Don’t worry, it’s not
like there’s anything bad between us, but I flew the nest years ago, and I
never went back. I was being rebellious, and wanted to exert my independence,
and for the longest time, I felt like I couldn’t return, even just to
enjoy a Sunday brunch with them, because I thought it would look like I was a
failure. I still talk to them, but we’re not nearly as close as we used to be.
I think I would like to change that. Things are in motion. I spoke with them
on the phone earlier today, and asked if I could visit them. They insisted
that they come see me here instead. They say that nothing has changed about
where they live, or the way that they live, so they want to see where
I am, and how I’m doing. I think that’s okay, even though things
aren’t super great right now. They needed a day to get their affairs in order,
but they’ll be flying in tomorrow, late morning. I’m going to rent a car to
meet them at the airport. I was worried that my social worker wouldn’t like
it, because I’m not really supposed to travel, but he actually encouraged it.
He thought that I would need closure, or something, but I see it as a new
beginning more than anything. I’ll let you know how it goes, but my next blog
chapter will probably not be long, since I’ll be too busy writing this new life
chapter.
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