On the Moon

I love visiting my childhood home. My parents left up the wall paper in my old bedroom. Its a giant picture of the Earth as seen from the moon. 

When we sleep over, I pretend to sleep among the stars.

I like to give my parents crap about having a lot of things are their house, but as I’ve become a parent myself it makes more sense to me. We never know what’s going to happen or what we are going to need.

I’m secretly a little relieved.

I know that if Armageddon comes, we will have enough 1997 lotion to kill the zombies.

When I was a kid, I looked in the mirror a lot. I mean ALOT. I was always checking to see what everyone else was seeing. 

I don’t do that, much, anymore. I’m aware of the fact that I’m past my societal prime, but I feel kinder toward my reflection. 

I like to think that the if the girl I was could see me now, she’d be glad for us. I’m not perfect, but I am happy.