sunday, mom and i drove up to nashville to go to a memorial (well, i drove, she rode). it was beautiful out. sun was shining, windows were rolled down, nickel creek was playing.

and it was good.

i find i'm happier now than i was a few months ago. granted, there are somethings that bother me (lack of a love life for example), but overall, i'm happier. B even told me that she could tell i was happier.

it makes me happy when mom and i can go do things and we have "grown-up" conversations now. we can talk about how things were when i was growing up.

i know i wasn't around much and we didn't have a lot of money

but at least you loved us. you were working to support us

i can explain things better to her. she can explain things better about myself when i was younger (apparently even when i was little, i never liked eating in large groups of people).

growing up is weird

music: the (international) noise conspiracy

p.s: i have a cavity. boo.