2013-12-25, 01:34 AM
Went back to my hometown with my siblings and spent most of the evening lounging around the house we grew up in. We brewed up some Irish nog, listened to a little Gillespie and Coltrane, and reminisced about how stupid we were as kids. Though my childhood memories weren't particularly kind to me, and the thick scent of heady perfume was more intoxicating than the brew, I enjoyed our time together. It's been 2~3 years since we've actually been in the same room together, and I'm starting to think that maybe a little time with my roots may not be all that insufferable.