Last Saturday, I went home for my Dad's birthday. The train ride to my hometown is just an hour though it's not often I have the time to make the trip worthwhile. My weekend plans are always plentiful and I'm always yearning to just sit and chill out. But whenever I am able to take the train back, I am always reminded that how much good a little greenery can do.
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| "Pressure pushing down on me, Pressing down on you no man ask for." |
As soon as I start to see more grass and trees out my train window, I feel a gradual clamp release from my chest that I didn't know was there. Maybe it's something psychological with the color itself or maybe it's that I have much less I need to do in rural Pennsylvania. Either way, I am always grateful for the break.
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| I aspire to one day have a game closet like the one in The Royal Tennenbaums. |
For my dad's birthday, I got him a game. I like getting games for presents because everyone likes them, but hardly anyone ever gets them for themselves. To celebrate the occasion we had a nice dinner and later my dad, his friend, and I played our ukuleles.
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| There use to be an orange cat at "home". I miss him terribly. |
Writing about this makes me want to take a little nap and wake up when it can happen again.
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