How are you doing? Mom ordered pizza a little while back, so I expect to have something nice to do this evening. I hope you’re having a nice spring, though May is a very anticipatory month when summer is just around the corner.
Mom’s building a gardening vine thing that’s expected to grow into a reading nook. The plants are going to grow around these sticks shaped like the outline of a tent. I don’t know how long it’s going to take, but it’ll be fun when it’s finished. Have you done any gardening in our yard? There used to be asparagus in the front yard, but I don’t think it’s there anymore. The last time I remember seeing it was when the Santiagos lived next door, and I bloodied up my knee on Isaiah’s electric scooter. Do you remember that? I still have the scar on my knee.
I miss our neighborhood. It was such a nice place to walk or bike around. Do you go out much? It would be nice to bicycle down the street again.
Whatever the case, enjoy the weekend. I find myself wracked with homesickness lately, over the most minuscule of things. Do you feel the same, ever? Although you are technically home, I think home is also a time and a frame of mind. I’ve felt that the most strongly while being in Eugene, since it happened. Especially when near our house. You’re home, but it’s changed, and you have nowhere to go back to. I don’t feel welcome there anymore. Perhaps I am not.
With love,
Alice