Yes, I'm still alive...

I keep thinking that I have to blog to catch up. But the guilt has manifested itself, at worst, in a dream, where things just went to crap on the way back to Rochester.

But the days lately have all been of such a different feeling. Every day has been very different and while that sounds like one of those obvious things that people say, it is true. I'll post a picture everyday with some small explanation and you'll see.

Saturday December 19, 2009

I woke up to my mother speaking on the phone - on a Saturday, before, this used to be the case 99% of the time.

I had coffee and meat and beans and rice for breakfast. It seemed gross for breakfast, but it had been so long since I had food like this...well, my tastebuds and the taste of authentic hispanic food reconciled exceptionally.

That night, I went to my aunts house. My uncle was having a party for the people in his office - some family came over also. Out of all the people these two little cousins of mine were the most schocking. They can talk so much now and have grown (in height) so I snapped them. They hardly remembered me.