steady as you go

my grandmother moves on friday. as in, four days from now my grandmother will not be living in her home that she's lived in for nearly 50 years. She's the original owner. My parents are both flying down tomorrow and staying until Saturday to help out. I wish they were coming down just to hang out and not to uproot my grandma and her life. there's going to be a messy driving intervention, which i am not looking forward to. She's trying to get her drivers licence back, which is no bueno. It's really strange to me that after friday she will no longer live there, and my friends and I are moving in. Part of me wants to totally redecorate and paint everything as quickly as possible to erase the weirdness that will remain once she is no longer there, and the other part of me wants to cling to the ugly painting and uncomfortable couch and not let anyone touch anything to preserve the lingering scents and memories. 

Today is my brothers 20th birthday. Happy birthday brother! I wish I could be in Auburn to help him celebrate it, but I will be seeing him in a few weeks when I go up there. I remember when he was born, the nurse walked us out to the car with a big wagon full of baby supplies and I got attached to the wagon. She (jokingly) asked which one I wanted, my brother or the wagon and after a short internal debate at three and a half years old, I wisely chose my brother. On the long drive home, it was ridiculously hot and I sat in the front seat and handed pillows to my mom in the back. I held him for the first time on the corner of our green couch, that now lives at Roni's mom's house, and my parents sat on the floor in front of me just in case. I used to climb onto the dresser by his crib and sing him songs before naptime, and when he got older we took long journeys around our driveway eating honeysuckles and berries to survive in a wagon very much like the one the nurse brought out when he was born. 



He's the one in front, with the blue shirt. Probably about five years old. 



I think he just graduated from the 8th grade and was about to enter high school. That's my dog. :)



my sophomore year of college.



Taken a few weeks ago. Not so little anymore.