promise

It's Sunday lunch and the conversation amusing. Listening to the drug habits of my uncles,aunt and mom. I sometimes wander if
being to liberal is a curse, I don't do Conservative so well, I have tried a few times, doesn't fit well with me . So if liberal can be curse like at times, guess I will keep wearing it.

I am in a mad rush. I'm leaving early Tuesday morning, road trip. Of course I have left everything to the very last minute, but stress less or just not at all. I will get done. Why worry when going on an African adventure of sorts.

I remember my favourite book as a child , besides "the place we will go" was of a child travelling all over the world. I wish I could remember the name, I want my own copy. I got lost in this book, always on a journey and the most exciting part of these dreams is that as a childlike adult, I get to live the adventure. Both in theory and practical, a dash of fantasy and BAM i have a holiday destination.

I need to return to the lunch table, hear some more stories of my moms first weed experience, my uncles Valium he took to pass his driving test and so on..
Hey maybe I can learn from this. Maybe not. Maybe I would rather not know. But know I must, wether I choose or not.
So serve me the cupcakes I made for my mom and spoon me some ice cream, I promise not to comment.

Promises, promises