Category — Life

“Hey. I tell you what is. Big city, hmm? Live. Work, huh? But. Is not city open? Only peoples. Peoples is peoples. No is buildings. Is tomatoes, huh? Is peoples, is dancing, is music, is potatoes! So, peoples is peoples. Okay?”

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I’ve decided to start painting. I’m trying to stay home more and not spend money. Currently I’ve had crazy writers block so I’ve been trying to be creative in other mediums to try and keep juices flowing. So when I get writers block, I paint.
P.S. I have no clue what I’m doing

I’m getting used to saying, “It’s a beautiful day today.” That’s a phrase that I rarely got to say in Houston. Comparing Houston weather and LA weather is an extremely one sided discussion. It’s great here, it’s technically winter and we’re having a high/low of 70/55 on a regular basis. It cools off in the night time, it heats up and is sunny during the day. There is almost always a breeze. And most of the time I just keep a window open because it’s so beautiful I don’t need AC or even a fan. I want what it’s like outside to be the temperature inside. It’s always great outside. On rare occasion there is rain, really rare occasions.

Naturally that’s a good thing. Rain isn’t something you really wish for (with few exceptions: droughts…maybe that’s it). And saying that I will miss bad weather while I’m in beautiful weather sounds sarcastic, however I mean it…to an extent. It rained a bit last night and I found that I was a bit more relaxed all of a sudden. It’s been a bit of a stressful, transitory time in my life. There’s a lot on my mind and when I heard the rain outside everything just stopped for me and my mind was filled with countless memories of home.

Houston isn’t known for great weather. It’s constantly raining randomly. There’s tropical storms and hurricanes. It’s practically summer year round with the hotter months being unbearably hot. Then there’s the humidity. The overwhelming humidity that slowly eats away at a man’s soul. Yet, this is the place that I proudly call home. This is what I grew up with and have grown accustomed to.

Now, I’m surrounded by good weather, for once, and I’ll never complain about it or take it for granted. But last night when it rained and I feel asleep listening to rain drops playing light percussion on my window I felt a little closer to home. I realized, rainy days and thunderstorms are just a part of me in a strange way. As a kid looking out of a window at a rain storm was discouraging. Now, it brings me back home.

Children describing movies is always awesome.