ZuZu's Petals
We sat crammed around the phone straining to hear every little sad, exciting and emotional detail of his sandy life. My brother Ryan...Known to us as the laid-back king of hilarity and friendship...Known to them as Sgt. Vrooman.
I've moved. I live 9 hours away from the home I still refer to and probably always will refer to as "home". Every time I relocate I face the option of creating a new identity, sticking with what is good and fooling all my new aquantences into glancing past the bad. But I think I'm too tired or too motivated or too overwhelmed to go through the effort. Instead, I carry with me all the old experiences which act as titanium frames through which I see the new experiences, allowing me to not change my identity but to grow more saturated in the richness of it.
My house is a romantic old carriage house on the property of a romantic old mansion. My bedroom has romantic wooden floors and the kitchen is filled with romantic morning sunlight. The town surrounding my romantic dwelling is speckled with romantic specialty shops and an unusually romantic Starbucks. And every morning i wake up and do romantic jumping jacks in order to produce some romantic body heat to combat the romantically broken heating system.
