It feels incredibly nostalgic in Texas.
I used to visit the lone star state every summer to visit my dark cousin and the rest of my dad’s family. I miss the swimming lessons, the trips to the museum, the ice skating rink in the mall. Although I didn’t like shopping so much before, I’m glad we did all the things we did when I went this time.
I got to BBQ with my godbrother and his hilarious family. I had a home cooked meal and a long conversation about photography with my obsessed, talented uncle. I ate my aunt’s famous wontons and watched the CAKE BOSS marathon with my older cousin. I three-wheeled with said cousin and her Hollister Co. boyfriend to take their adorable dog to the vet. I had another BBQ with my photographer uncle and my second cousin Kin, from London. God, I loved that chap. Cheers!
In Texas, I have a family.