I just got of the phone with a cousin of mine. We grew up like sisters, she lives in Ireland now, moved there about 2 years ago to live with her boyfriend. She really misses home, it’s so sad when I talk to her; she makes me miss home too. But you can never go back, home isn’t the home that she left, and it’s not the home that I left. Things change; change is the only constant. It’s a good thing I guess, we’d be awful board without it; living a sickeningly stable life, same routine after same ‘ol routine. Damn adulthood … creeping up on me.
March 29, 2005