i miss you, favorite.

i miss you, still life of three puppies print. you were lost in the move from chicago and now i have no idea where you are. why did your frame have to crack?

i miss you MoMA and Guggenheim. i will conquer your new/old location and spiral ramp again soon.

i miss you fast-paced, well-rounded, artsy, NY life.

i was thinking about my mom. when she came down here this past fall she bought me a gift she thought i would like. and i do. my mom is good at buying me gifts based on what she observes that i like, without me having to tell her exactly what to buy. i'm glad to have a relationship like that with her, that she knows me well enough to do things like that. she's crazy, too. but at least i think i turned out to be a good person.

i have recently been pondering the statement, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." i have been thinking about people i know that are not very nice, do not make good decisions or are just plain stupid. teaching preschool has opened up my eyes to the fact that parents carry much more weight in shaping their child's life than they think they do. when i am affected by a person negatively, i tend to think, "wow, your parents are definitely not proud of you right now. you definitely disappoint them." repeating that back to myself, i am struck by how harsh it is. but the only thing i can think is...it's true.

at 23, i believe i, now more than ever, appreciate my parents and what they have done for me. and though i live my own life, far away from them, i still base a lot of my morals and decisions around what i have been taught, where i came from. i feel like my parents have worked very hard to give me great opportunities, and i would never want to disrespect them by disrespecting myself by making poor personal decisions.

everybody fucks up...but not everyone knows the extent of it.