We made it.
Our plane did not disintegrate into a thousand flamey pieces, and we made it.
Did I tell you that?
We had to take five planes total for our trip. That’s a lot.
Well, whatever. Our kids loved flying, I didn’t have a panic attack, and Oma was grateful that we came out to see her.
Oma is Pat’s very German grandma, and her house is in this quaint town in upstate New York.
And this was her house:
That is my house.
It would suck to live there.
Because it snows.
But this house probably cost $150,000.
I don’t want to talk about it.
And outside her home was a haven where nymphs exist and leaves are luminescent. And it smells like the color green, and the clouds look like they’re alive, constantly shifting and moving into new formations, and the trees are forever and forever.
And the grass was so florecesent, and the childlren were unsure what to do with all that freedom, but then they ran.
I think it’s safe to say, I fell in love with Jamestown, NY.