It’s been a fantastic week. LA to Dallas to Atlanta to Greenville, SC back to Atlanta back to Dallas back to LA to Anaheim back to LA. I saw my cousin, more like a sister, married to a really good man. I saw mothers, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandmothers, grandfathers, and friends. It was much-needed. It had been 21 months since I’d moved across the country with my wife-to-be. It had been 21 months since I’d seen my family. I couldn’t have planned a better trip home. The weather was perfect, even the rain. The plants were green; everything was in bloom. Honeysuckles. Their smell takes me back to summers spent at my aunt’s house. My mother’s twin. One of three sets on my mother’s side, the other two belonging to her sisters. Maybe this is why we’re all so close.
I returned to Los Angeles exhausted and a little homesick. It wasn’t for long. Good friends were celebrating Memorial Day with a magnificent bbq: delicious ribs, chicken, sausages, cookies, and cupcakes. A gathering that ended with everyone shaking their iPhones, capturing perfect moment after perfect moment. It’s nice to have a family when you’re removed from your family. It’s really what makes LA for me.
The above pictures are from the Angels / White Sox game last night in Anaheim. Three rows from the field. Loads of fun and the whole night was less than $20.
