restless

father's day menu: horseradish potato salad, mustard salmon, bruschetta with french bread, spinach salad.

me and the pops

my homer simpson donut cupcake.

this weekend consisted of a really good show, good food, and good family time. i'm supposed to be moving out of my place tomorrow, and i haven't gotten anything packed. i'm sitting on the floor of my room, next to my bed, dreading the time when i have to put everything in boxes again. it would be nice to settle into a place, once and for all. or it would also be nice to not own much, and be able to move places whenever i feel like it. how did i end up with so much stuff? two years ago i didn't have anything. i like to nest in places, which is why this apartment was so strange. i felt like it was only for a short time, and so i never properly nested. which is also a part of the reason why i never felt at home with it. i still feel like i'm sleeping in some nice hotel that happens to have all my stuff. but the only time i ever felt at home anywhere was when i was living by myself in hillcrest. i guess that's the benefit of paying a lot for an apartment... living itself shouldn't be so expensive. why is it so expensive? why is it so hard? i went home this past weekend and i realized how at home i really felt there. even though it's not mine anymore, i still feel comfortable when i'm there. like all my secrets are out in the open and even though my parents might give me shit, they're not judging me. it's strange, being home. so i'm here now, and i have all this stuff to move tomorrow, into another temporary place, that happens to be right next to the beach, and i know i won't be able to nest there either. i feel weird about this.

but on a semi-related note, i think i'm going to invest in a truck and open up a shop that moves.

and i don't know how i feel about ellipses yet. i don't really like them very much... but i realize that two more periods can go a really, really long way.

na, this one is for you. i know you'll be delighted with this picture: