Tag: growing up

Our New House, Our Old Home

We just literally moved yesterday. Half the things in this room are still covered in cellophane.

We were angry over-reactors literally headbutting the walls at the bar. Every glance from a stranger was a reason to defend your honor.

Could you still get up, move forward, and grow?

In my day, we didn’t have internet. We had prank phone calls and they were awesome.

These reminders aren’t just for people with children.

Glitter, rainbows, and the pure, unadulterated chaos of a Scandinavian Death Metal mosh pit.

I guess I’m supposed to be wiser now. After all, I’m 40.

We use phrases like “they love me in their own way” or “deep down, he means well”…

The problem was that I was seeing my life as a movie.

The thing is, I get it. I get why he wants to run around in the middle of the night…