Grown-Ass Child

I hope everyone had enjoyed their holiday. I’m trying to be in a better mood but I’m guessing that I’ll be out of my funk by this weekend; when I have a few days to not look at people that irratated me. But I digress.

So my trip to Philly and Washington was cool. My mom, her Purse-holder and myself flew out of Chicago/Midway International Bus Terminal in this tiny-ass United plane to Washington Dulles. Which was scary becasue landed during the tail-end of Ernesto and the was that Washington Dulles is set up, to board and exit the plane, you have to leave the terminal and go outside. IN TO THE ELEMENTS, IN THE STORM.

After spending sometime at my Uncle’s huge house in Fairfax County, we all journeyed up to I-95 to go to my Great Aunt’s suprise birthday in Philly. The party was cool, I saw cousins, 2nd cousins that I haven’t seen in years and 3rd and 4th cousins scurring around the house playing and relatives who remember me being that quiet kid playing with the toys in the corner but I had no idea who they were.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I’m getting OLD. My cousins are all having kids, growing up and becaming adults and I’m thinking about the action figures that will come out for the new Transformers movie. While looking at pictures of my cousin new born son, my mom said to me. “Don’t know how you’re gonna work it out, but you need to get me a grandbaby!” In the next few weeks, I’m going to be 26 years old and before people start thinking that I’m all depressed and sad about getting old, this is only a introspective. Remember my blog is a collection of random thoughts that barely form a cohesive thought. But maybe I should start looking ahead to the future and settle down.