Boston bound
I got an instant message from my friend Tara last night saying she just got back from Boston last Thursday. Aw, I miss home. I’m jealous. Then she says she’s heading right back up there at 5:00 today. Ok what the hell. How are you affording this? She gives me the link to the cheap airfare. I think about it for a while and then decide that it wouldn’t be good to quit my job and spend the money just to head home for a spur the moment long weekend. Sounds fun, but I have to pass.
Then I get a call at 11:30 from my mom. My mom usually doesn’t call this late. I nervously answer. Turns out my grandfather’s not doing well. Family is freaking out. Mom asks if and when I’ll go up with her. I tell her 5:10 tomorrow. I book tickets.
See you soon, Boston.
I’ll have some good painting updates tomorrow. It’ll give me stuff to do on the plane rides. STAY TUNED.
Safe travels, my friend. Hope your family’s okay.
When I woke up this morning I half thought that your call was a dream. I’m sorry about Grandpa, but I’m really glad I didn’t just dream you were coming up here. Boston misses you too.
While you’re up here, can you fix my guitar?
I’m sorry your grandfather is sick. I hope you have a safe trip and he is better soon.
call me when you get in so we can chill. hope all is well with your grandpa dude.
sorry to hear about your grandfather hope everything turns out ok. you need to come check out the deadlikedeath house while your up here man. Give me a call.