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A small but grating part of this move is that I told my brother I’d digitize all the family photos I found while cleaning out the house. Now it’s time to get everything boxed and clean up after my filthy person, and I just want to dump all the boxes out. Mixed in with photos of us and our roly-poly parents at Ruby Falls are tiny snapshots of the Templetons in the 20s or my mother’s empty dance card from junior prom. It seemed clear that it was my duty to catalog all the photos, as if we could somehow retain the shape of a family tree we are barely hanging onto. My mother was an only child whose parents were both from large country families, while my father’s mother died before his marriage, and his father and brother (and my cousin) all died shortly after my brother and I were born. I feel like I know nearly nothing about them, so each time I find a photo of them I become absorbed in it. [Presumably our parents’ photos were married into my grandparents’ when my brother and I moved into their house.] The imbalance of finding numerous photos of elderly cousins I do know while having found perhaps ten photos of the other side of the family is dispiriting. I want to know more about the family that gives me my name. The only heirloom I have kept is a Congressional manual that belonged to the man who served as speaker of the house. It is unfair to prize this family over the one that I can actually keep in touch with, of course. Surely many people would feel just the opposite and want to know more of those they can still meet for the holidays. This view privileges all the wrong things. My mother had done this, too; she investigated the history of the family she’d married into and started to try to make it her own. The life of Junior League women and congressional men was more interesting than a legacy of sharecropping and factory work. It was awkward to see her taking on this false identity, and I had felt ashamed by her insistence on a some ghostly Southernness she’d never been party to.
This, I guess, is all to say that I am terrified of moving so far away and not having these people to fall back on. Seven years on and I live in constant jealousy of people in contact with their parents. Every time I have to explain my situation it just feels so trite—no, it’s fine, it’s been a long time (or worse—yes, it is devastating and please treat me differently now). Next week the only friend I still have who knew either of these people will be helping me move 700 miles away, and I couldn’t be gladder to have her.
In addition to finding out today that I really really am moving to New York:
1. My landlady refused to let me take my busted cat tower to the landfill myself and instead sawed it into pieces with a power saw.
2. My incompetent bank came through with fixing an error and therefore ~money.~
3. I got $7 for shit I didn’t want anymore.
4. I reserved the Uhaul.
5. Somebody’s neighbor came to take away my creaky bed.
We finally have an apartment!! I’m really moving ahhhhh
Hey, if you’ve ever wanted to support a struggling artist, why not now.
To help pay with the rent I’m available for commissions until june 1st.
So if you’d like a pencil drawing, or (washed) ink drawing right now is the time to order one!
Here’s how I want to set this up.For $20 (plus shipping) you can get a 5x7 black and white drawing of any subject of your choice.
For $40 (plus shipping) you’ll get an 8x10 drawing of anything you want, and if you like I can throw in a colour as well!
I can’t tell you how many orders I will be able to take, or how long it will take to get them all made. As I’ve never done this before, but I’m hoping I can make some nice things for you.
So, please spread the word and if you’re interested drop me a line and we’ll get talking.- Apartment hunting
when ads boast of two “specious” bedrooms or of a close proximity to “theif stores”
i ship it?
all i know is i want be all over those potatoes
taters precious
whoa whoa whoa
Just so we’re clear, half of my laughing was due to a need to obscure the snarky thing I’d said before she sent this text.
How can I be more like Coach Taylor in my daily life? How do I deal with my wayward cat?
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