today i got a “grad present” from the most influential woman in my life: my guidance councilor. it was simple, but beautiful. it was a book of quotes she had for 20 years and used throughout her teaching career. she added a page at the beginning, it was song lyrics to the song “i hope you dance”. one line says, “i hope you give faith a fighting chance”, that’s what i’m doing because of her. <3 they say you never forget your last hope; i will never forget her.
i find it so weird when i go to other people’s houses. when i stay for dinner, everyone sits together: a mom, a dad, a sister, a brother… how everyone stays in the same room together and just talks. i’m so used to just eating by myself, or sometimes with my mom and brother if my mom is home from work. but it’s so weird for me to see how a family is supposed to work because it has rarely been like that for me. maybe when i was little, but all i remember is tension. i’m not writing this for sympathy or anything. it’s just something i wish i had sometimes: a mom, a dad and a brother all together in one room…tolerable. but i guess that’s the point of architecture, it hides what’s really going on inside.