Monday, September 1, 2003

It's September. I don't know what September means anymore. I'm used to a change of scenery and schedule, but there will be no change this fall.

Before my parents left for their trip last week, while I was dropping them off at the airport, my mom decided to tell me where the important papers are in their house. Things like their wills. I had never mentally acknowledged that their wills exist. The thought stuck in my mind all the way home from LAX that night. I've imagined life without my parents, but always from a perspective of either immaturely wishing they'd die so that they'd get off of my teenage back or in a fearful way not knowing what I'd do without them. Realizing that I could survive financially and practically, albeit stressfully, without them was a much scarier thought -- a coupling of the sadness of life without them with an acceptance of my own adulthood.

There's a new Jeff Buckley double cd/dvd coming out tomorrow as well as the premier of a new documentary about him. This alone is reason to celebrate.