i am so lucky to have the family i got. i live in brooklyn in a bedroom so tiny i have to hang my shoes up under my loft bed because there's no space on the floor for them. and they all live in country neighborhoods in Arkansas where you actually have to mow the lawn or call it hay. but i was sitting here at the computer this morning, and i realized how close they really are, even from half a country away. i talk to my sister, grandmother and dad online almost every day, and my mom sends letters and calls on the phone weekly. i couldn't have asked for a better support system.
now i'm going out to buy a formal dress and the makings of the world's best bloody mary (thanks again to new orleans-keith's ex for the recipe.)