Truth.

It's not that I don't love Washington.

I'm just saying, I'm a little sick of living off of 3 dollars, out of a suitcase, and on people's sympathy.

BRING ME HOME.

Please?

Last night on Earth

Last night, I happened to look at the clock right before I went to bed, which I rarely ever do.

It read 8:31. At the exact same time, my great-grandpa drew his last breath.

Just the day prior to that, my grandma and I had gone to visit him on a whim, wrapping our minds around the fact that it might the last time we ever did.

It was heart-breaking.

Most of the time, he slept and moaned.

As I was preparing to leave, I held his hand, and he gripped mine.

I told him I loved him, and he whispered, almost soundlessly, that he loved me.

Then, he did his famous wink.

And I squeezed his hand one more time and left.

R.I.P. Grandpa.

 Thank you for teaching me how to fish and always putting my worm on the hook, because I was too squeemish to. 

Thank you for teaching me how to spell Mississippi.

Most of all, thank you for your love.

Vashon Living.

I was all stoked for this.

Then, I remembered..

 I hate being alone.

Secrets, Secrets.

I'm leaving half of my things in Hawaii, because in less than 5 months, I'll be moving back.

This time, for a lot longer.

It might be the best decision I have ever made.

So if you really want to, you can run and tell that.