People are always telling you that change is a good thing. But all they’re really saying is that something you didn’t want to happen at all… has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store, did I ever tell you that? It’s a lovely store, and in a week it will be something really depressing, like a Baby Gap. Soon, it’ll just be a memory. In fact, someone, some foolish person, will probably think it’s a tribute to this city, the way it keeps changing on you, the way you can never count on it, or something. I know because that’s the sort of thing I’m always saying. But the truth is… I’m heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again, and no one can ever make it right.
Pardon the selfie - @maklang sent me this one. Some much needed fresh air before my address returns to Table Two, Floor Two, Samford U Library next week.
Happy birthday to my Pokemon loving, video game playing, ketchup eating, art creating baby sister! You can’t possibly be 20. Hate to tell ya, you’ll always be the baby.