home from the holidays

After driving through four hours of fog along I-35 and drinking four Red Bulls since noon today, we’re home safe and sound. Surprisingly, I’m not at all tired. I can’t imagine why.

We spent the last few days in Sedalia with my family. As time goes on, I can’t help but be so proud of where I come from. Not necessarily the Sedalia part of it all, but the people that have known me since the day I was born? I feel so fortunate to call them my family.

And now that things have calmed down in my neck of the woods for the next several months, I’m devoting myself to more writing and more picture taking and more playing NBA Jam for the Wii, because The General ordered for me on Christmas night when she realized nobody else had gotten it for me.

My life, it is all right.

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