Happy Saturday (oh no, we’ve jumped into another timeline). How was your week? It’s been very hot these last few days, warmer than California was.
We’re back from Disneyland. They got rid of the fast-pass system with ‘fast-pass-but-you-have-to-subscribe-on-your-phone-for-money’, so, naturally, the park was ridiculously crowded. We went into California Adventure the day we arrived with Laura, one of the kids she works with, his mom, and his aunt. I cried in the Soarin’ Over the World line (it’s not Soarin’ Over California anymore, I’m not sure why). Mom was talking about Cousin Trevor afterwards — apparently he loved Star Wars, and he did not live to see the new rides. She was talking about how he is her age but will not see the new things, and one thing she said stuck to me: “And now he’ll just be in the desert with Princess Leia forever.” I barely knew him. I cried anyway. Too many people just weren’t there.
I was too sad there. Despite the frustration of the lines, I was just too sad. I think I’ve lost all my whimsicality, and I’m just resigned to melancholy now. I wish I’d had non-family friends there; I think that would’ve helped. I am most happy with them. We saw Mamma Mia! yesterday night, my friend was in the ensemble. I felt the same.
This is too much about myself. I want to know you. But you are so far away. Time is the longest sea. Think of yourself and know how valuable your knowledge is. You are still nine when I dream of you.
With love,
Alice