Little House · Apr 27, 08:41 PM by Bryan
So I went home to San Diego to help my parents move; they sold their condo. They are only moving a couple miles away to the nice tiny city of Santee. I hadn’t talked to my mom in at least a year and it was definitely weird talking to her again, let alone seeing her (last I even saw of her was around three years ago). She’s definitely hasn’t changed much. I never realized how many things about myself are so prominent in my mom. At least Jason loves to point it out. I also realized how much crap my mom has collected over there years. I’ve never seen so many tacky trinkets. I have no idea what’s going to happen to them should she kick the bucket. I would personally feel compelled to throw most of the terrible plastic figures out and hide the rest in boxes.
It’s also quite nice that my mom feels it’s much more useful that she plays her games on the computer than to help pack. She says that she packed it all once before (when they moved from Indiana to California), so she deserves a break. As I grumble my way through the troves of crap, I have to ask myself why in the world did I come here?
I also didn’t realize how much living in (and around) Boston has spoiled me. I feel it’s a chore to drive the 5 miles to the grocery store while most places in California are at least double that. Everything is so spread out and far away. I don’t know if I could live here with all the driving I would have to do.
Although, there is a good side; I must say, the men here are hot!
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Ahem. Hopefully not TOO hot.
— The Boyfriend Apr 29, 03:12 PM #