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December 24, 2010
My parents' house is so cozy and warm. I love what they've done with the place. I missed these people. And yet... I feel very confused here. I am caught between childhood and adulthood, my present existence and independence. Can a nest be a safe home once the baby bird has been pushed out? And if the baby bird left while the mother and father cried for it not to go, will it be welcome when it returns?

There is no snow here either, but it's wet and cold, and I almost miss the heat of Texas.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.