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... I was fortunate enough to be able to spend travelling, studying, working, and learning there, but without a doubt, a wonderful relief to return home to the comforts I came to miss and yearn for back in California. Knowing I would have such a loving and caring environment to return to was absolutely paramount to being able to handle my next step in life, and looked forward to it for quite some time. It was beautiful to see my sister graduate high school, because in ...
... they speak unfairly fast and apparently have an accent I am not used to. They were kind enough to speak some English to me though, but I left Onelica to explain why the car had a smell of **** about it, and why I had a plastic bag of ****-stained clothes for Onelica's mum to wash. We also washed the 'trunk' carpet in the garden with a high-powered hose and displaced the last morsels of **** trapped in my suitcase's wheel mechanism. Talk about first impressions.
... writer, the producer, the people who made NYC,
Savannah, Florida, Califofnia, the Grand Canyon, Death Valley& those
of you who made trains, cars, busses & airplanes. Without your
cooporation none of this would have been possible. And I would most like
to thank my lovely wife Alexa and my fabulous daughter Olivia. Please
standup and take a bow. Clapclapclapclapclapclapclapclap Thank you
Daddy you are the sweetest!!
1 March 2010 - Goodbye Portland
Jesse and I went over to a coffee shop where we were meeting Chris, Katy and Lauren for coffee and to pick up Katy and Lauren. We were all leaving today and somehow Jesse got the job of getting us all to the places we needed to be on time. It was really nice of him to do this for us. For me I can see this being a hard job to have not only because you’re driving around and making sure that everyone is on time but also because you ...
... unwanted clothing to the man who we had paid to come clean our house. He was one of the two decent men in India who we met who didn't try to rip us off or hurt us. The other man was the guy who owned "the corner store" as we called it. He owned a small hole in the wall on the corner of our block and sold icecream, soda, cookies, chips, yogurt, a small little convenience store. He was there everyday dawn till after dusk. He would always ...