So, I'm going to run a marathon in December. And maybe be a band manager for Raleigh. Probably not the manager part unless I sprout wings and bear pigs. What? Nothing.
But seriously, I've spoken to more than one person about moving to New York or LA to pursue photography school. Even talked to Josh about it if the band doesn't work out. I would love it. I think it's even in my blood to be there. My patriarch doesn't seem to agree.
He's just hesitant to let me go too far away. He'd miss me. I'd miss him. But I don't think that's reason enough not to do it. Bueller?
Popsicle. I don't really have much to say other than I'm going to miss Emily when she leaves me for a whole goddamn year. There she is, flying from the nest.
Way to go, abandoner. Way to go.
Hearts,
S
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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umm. that photo of your dad is amazing. i would like a framed copy of that. to hang on my wall. but then that would be kind of weird. maybe. yes.
you should know that while i do abandon most relationships, i always, inevitabley return.
we are moving to brooklyn.
yes. we are.
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