spin me around again and rub my eyes

Just hang me out to dry and leave me there for a while.

I'll come back sun-bleached, bright, and smelling like fresh linen.

Just give me a minute and make sure it doesn't rain.

when so much is left undone

I made it through, and here I am without anything to say about it that anyone wants to hear.

And, so, I won't. Maybe when I have some sleep in me, I'll have some kind of deep thoughts, but right now, I'm looking forward to a warm bed, biking to Bouchee for breakfast in the morning, and scouting out a birthday present fit for a soon-to-be teenager.

There are simple joys to be had in life. Like this:

you curl your fists and you pull your hair

Today, I am less sure that things always end the way they should.

I am young and lost.

Want to go home. Need to go home. Scared to go home.

backstage with the modern dancers who feel it like i do

After an afternoon of fiascos at the mall with my mother, I'm home. And everyone left. My parents went to dinner with some of my dad's family. My sister went to a sleepover. And my brother is for sure causing a ruckus somewhere in this metropolis right now. And I am hungry but don't want to leave this chair since I am catching up on some serious DVR.

Moving takes too much effort.

So you can better understand my family, I will share with you some special reminders hung in the storage room at my great-aunt Phyl's. Being the Belgian-Czech-French-Germans that the Depreys are, these have probably been hanging on these shelves since the room was storage for the old store.

Look and learn from these words of wisdom (you may have to click and view larger to read):

Being home is a good thing.