Tales of the Fedora

Despite my best efforts, a family tragedy has forced me to cross the threshold and set foot back in my old home. The circumstances of my departure were grim; I resolved to myself that I would not go back. But I guess some things are beyond petty resolutions.

My paternal grandmother passed away this weekend. The funeral was yesterday, and at its conclusion my father and I took some of the flowers to my aunt’s. This is the same aunt who bought our house five years ago. It was a dark time.

But now I see just what they’ve changed; I see just how different it is. It’s no longer home.

I have 27 years of memories there; that’s all I have anymore anyway. I can’t say that I’ll never return, but I’m not going to just ‘drop in’ to say hi. As they say, you can never go home again. I don’t want to. It’s not a place anymore, but a time. Coordinates within existence that I dream of traversing.

All I need is a blue box.

There’s still nothing really worth writing about.

Just letting you know.

Sorry.

They say it’s always darkest before the dawn. This, then, is the longest night ever …

I realized today that, for the last couple of days at least, I’ve been getting paid for using After Effects.

I’m actually kinda happy about that.