I need a tub of ice cream and some chocolate.
I miss my parents a great deal and I’ve been thinking about them a lot here lately. Yesterday I found myself cleaning the house listening to Little Saigon Radio. Somehow between washing and drying the dishes, I felt a little more adult.
I live alone with my brother and although we have the same house since 1994… this is probably the most freedom I’ve ever had…
I think about mom every morning when I wake up and at 4PM everyday. I’ll think about her randomly at odd times of the day and find myself checking to see what time it is so I can call her. Working on a 12hr time difference is a pain in the ass sometimes. I guess they’re right when they say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
I used to be an unbelievably picky eater, but now that she’s gone, I’ve tried just about everything I’ve rejected prior to her departure back to the motherland. God knows I can’t cook worth a crap, but I’ve picked up a couple things since she’s been gone. She still insists that I learn how to cook because no decent man would marry a woman who doesn’t know how to cook. Boo to that I say. Booooooo…
Anyway, hopefully she’ll come back to the States for good. I miss her dearly.
I would post a silly picture of me and my mom here, but I haven’t had the time to scan it. Hooray for being lazy. Maybe later, yes?
