The house I moved into today isn’t quite a “white house”. However, it is in a metaphorical sense for I will be creating a vast array of new memories there. Based on initial impressions the living room and bedroom will pretty much be mine (downstairs), with of course a shared bathroom and kitchen.
As I say goodbye to my parent’s “white house” of my own, where most of my post-elementary memories were made, I had a soft-move in today: meaning I moved in a majority of my stuff with their help.
We went back to Corona Del Mar (the entire family) to celebrate three birthdays this week: my mom’s, and my niece and nephew’s. I got them Rand Paul t-shirts for their birthday (which they surprisingly requested), here’s a picture:
And of course, let’s not forget my wonderful mom who chose to have me even after already having 5 kids.
At the beach we celebrated by eating Korean bbq (lols), and extensively watching my younger niece (age 3) and nephew (age 1) wander around aimlessly. I went into the water a couple of times, but not nearly enough to drown.
Tomorrow begins the permanent move to Los Angeles. To be honest I’ll be 40 minutes away, close enough to come back whenever I feel like.
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I’ve been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I’m gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lied, wrote my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses
