Today was like 1,000 headaches.
And then it wasn't.
It had a few sparkling moments.
Seeing the old man at the bookstore.
He intrigues me.
I can't wait to sit down and learn about his life.
This will happen, of that I am sure.
Sense the connection.
I will find out who he is.
This man who haunts Escondido.
A professor of life.
.. and love she whispered in between sips of coffee.
Coffee was nice.
So was driving in the rain listening to Blonde Redhead.
Piano lessons.
I left a heartfelt message on the way to my friends house.
Once I was cleaning out my mom's messages on her cell phone.
She had saved all the heartfelt ones from me.
When I asked her why she said she liked to sometimes listen to them.
Again.
I had the urge to thank her today.
So from the bottom of my heart,
even though your my mom and your suppose to do this mom stuff.
You go above and beyond, and I wanted to thank you.
Thank you for being my mom.
And my nomadic life continues.
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