Got home a few days ago, woo!! The plane ride went smoothly and jet-lag’s been alright. Although I dropped my phone in the airplane toilet (no water — less damage than you’d think) and slathered it and the case in so much antibacterial. Life is hard. I watched Conclave on the plane again.
Today has been pretty idle. Mom got me an electric bike and this book about the lost Franklin Expedition, which I basically have a mini-library for now. She had to get it from Canada’s version of the National Parks. The bike isn’t assembled yet so I can’t show you it yet. But now I have the autonomy to go to like, a Seattle concert (Speaking of, Bruce Springsteen was in Liverpool the 6th. Why didn’t I look this up beforehand. Life be cruel to me). Or the other side of the town. Possibilities, endless. One of the saddest things about this town is that the cemetery is like a thirty minute walk away.
Mom and I are going to make cake pops later when one of the chickens lays the third egg we need. That’ll be fun. I can take back the world I lost without Starbucks. Next, spoof their pink drink. I wanted to watch Conclave again today but since Mom doesn’t like it (boring, men) she had us watch it yesterday to get it over with.
It doesn’t escape me that today means that we never spent a day together for my entire teenage years. And, if things continue this way, it will be the same for yours. It’s very nearly been half my life now, and already half of yours. I don’t like to wax poetic since it makes me sad, but I’m sorry I never got to be your annoying teen sister like Lizzie Macguire or something. It’s hard out here. At least today you are not missing all that much in terms of stuff happening, symbolic age milestones aside.
With love,
Alice