Anyway, I also realize that most of you will be reading the day post the next day as I'll most likely to posting at night my time, which is Hawaii. I guess that doesn't totally matter though, huh? We're back on track and won't have anymore scheduled posts as Brandon is safely where he's supposed to be.
I'm Canadian born but I consider myself an American. This holiday is one of my favorites. The food, the fun, the fireworks, and the real reason we're here: The founders. I love the history of the United States (that's what I concentrated on in my History degree). It's just a fantastic country. And with Brandon gone, the holiday has a special meaning to me. I love you, Brandon!
We've only spent one 4th together ever, last year. We were in Georgia. The weekend before Ft. Benning had a celebration going on with The Edwin McCain Band and games. That was pretty fun! On the fourth we went downtown to the river (kinda scary...) and watched the fireworks. It was nice to have Brandon there. Here's to hoping he'll be here next year!
I spent the morning cleaning the entire house. It looks fantastic. I always always clean the entire house within a few days of Brandon leaving. For the most part it's only because he is messier than me and it drives me crazy. A clean house makes me so calm. I just need some order in my life when he's gone, too! Then the afternoon saw Courtney and I spending a couple hours down at the field, buying food and Miche purses (for me, anyway!). I returned later to watch Smash Mouth. Now I'm back home. I think I'll go outside with Dexter, my lovely boy, and watch the fireworks in the park.
Today wasn't what I envisioned it, in the end. Wow, I wish Brandon was here right about now. Or even a phone call. Even Skype! Today would've been a hundred, a million, times better with him here, for many reasons.
Because I'm a bit depressed... for Brandon: How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were.
PS: I wrote this blog in two segments. Try and guess where I started the second part!