Back in the Good Ol’ US-of-A
As much as I love to travel, I will always love coming home more. My apartment. My bed. My people. My daily $1 coffee from the dirty bodega down the street. Yep — being home is wonderful. I don’t even miss hotel room service! (You wouldn’t either if you had a roommate who wakes you up from naps by shoving this in your face.)
My little brother graduated from college this weekend! Danny BOYYYY! You made it! 2 Chainz! Gettin’ on dat DEAN’S LIST doe. I’m one proud big sister and I can’t believe that my parents don’t ever have to worry about college again. God bless them both for making it out alive. I know we were cutting it close there for a while.
Oh, and here is a lovely family portrait that I wasn’t invited to partake in. It’s fine. I’m not bitter. I accepted that I was the ugly step-child a long time ago.
Frank and I were LA-ZY this weekend. I’m not even kidding you, I don’t think I’ve ever done LESS in my life. We watched more television in 48 hours than we have in the past year* combined. (Did anyone else cry at Stefon’s farewell?)
*SPEAKING OF WHICH HOW COULD I FAIL TO MENTION THAT WE JUST CELEBRATED THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF FRANK MOVING IN (MEMORIESSSSS) AND IT’S BEEN THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE AND I HOPE HE NEVER LEAVES ME ALTHOUGH I KNOW HE IS GOING TO EVENTUALLY BUT I’M PRETENDING THAT HE ISN’T.