Then I picked up my guitar,

and even that didnt make me happy.

So I went to bed.

Sometimes I sit back in my chair, breathe, and think to myself, “God I am sure am glad I have you.”

Then I smile, and move on. But a little less stressed this time around.

I didn’t move home to be a hostess and take two classes. What a mistake.

When I sit down, I sit in the same spot for over an hour. Because I have no where better to be. No motivation to do anything.

We learned about culture. How to adapt to others cultures as well as broaden your own. We learned what exactly a culture was, what kind of values and beliefs people carry with them and pass on to their children and grandchildren. We had to get into groups and converse, learn about each other and discus a topic we were given. I was the youngest in my group. My group consisted of all women; a 26 year old psychologist with a five year old boy and a 1 year old boy. A Ultman Hospital nurse, a senior majoring in business and a 30 year old majoring in communication. I was the youngest of the bunch but they still valued everything I had to say.

We were given 30 minutes, and we had to take up the whole time talking about two topics we were given. Learning about each other, learning how to have simple conversation with somebody and asking further in depth about what they talk about. Simply showing interest in another person. Something that this generation especially, lack. Due to technology and being able to hold a conversation with 8 people at once, tweeting people, and snap chatting someone, it is hard to be somewhere and actually be there. It was surprising to all of use women how refreshing it was, having 30 minutes in class, just talking to strangers about beliefs. There was not one silent minute.

Our two topics were about God, religious beliefs, how we were brought up, religious or not. The next topic was about family morals and how success is demonstrated and taught in our family. We spent majority of our time talking about what religion we are, what we were taught. We all learned that you are taught one thing, in your family, you are given the base, foundation, to morals, beliefs. But it is not until you are on your own and experience things yourself, that you create your own being, your own person. A product, never the less, of your parents. But a product, as well, of your culture.  We discussed how open minded each generation becomes. The 26 year old told us things she teaches her boys. She told us how she was brought up as a Catholic child, but now considers herself christian or non denominational. She explained how her boys are being raised to choose to be who they want. But one thing she teaches to them is to love, be thankful, and joyous but be respectful of others joy too. That it is okay for anyone to love anyone. That is what she is teaching her kids. To have a loving, open mind. And indeed it was, refreshing. Learning how things are becoming more excepted, and respected. Also refreshing simply learning about somebody, hearing them talk about themselves. Being able to tell them about me, my family, my church, my incredible brother who is gay, my experiences with both women and men, how my parents teach me about respect, and success.

One thing I know for sure, is that I am in a different environment now, than I was before I moved home a month ago. That was the environment I was exposed to people my age, my generation, I learned how to be myself, come out of my shell, and experience things both good and bad. Bowling Green State University Campus, class rooms, parties, that was my culture. With young adults longing to experience things. But I’ve got to say , this morning, I realized that now I am in an environment with more adults older than me, but learning the same things I am. Hearing their points of view, lessons they’ve learned when they were my age, how they became themselves, was humbling.

I’m going to stop typing now and eves drop on this old couple on a date next to me, talking about owning a coffee bean plantation.

seeyabye.

My mom has found her calling and done something shes always wanted to. She has been junking and to auctions and to bomb shelters and old ladies cat pissed houses to find old rusty beautiful pieces of furniture and with her incredible eye turns it into beautiful pieces. Refurbished furniture and other things. She glows when she sells a piece because shes finally realizing how people appreciate her art. We weren’t just saying that all those years because we’re her family.


Shes had a terrible back problem since I could remembering. Losing her breath from spasms when I was little. since she has been using her back more; bending, painting, pulling doors out of junk piles, sanding and stripping, it has gotten worse.

After days and hours of different types of shots, she had surgery tonight to burn all of the nerves out of her lower back so she can no longer feel the pain. she is in so much pain but making me giggle with her crossing eyes because she is so doped up.

I am so proud of her and know she’ll start start moving around junking as soon as she can.

Please like her page. You’ll fall in love with her pieces I promise. Should you happen to not, (for some crazy as reason), well then like it because shes a bad ass.

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