looks like instead of some drawling and longish prose about Bolivia, heartbreak, and the end of an era, it seems life just hasn't stopped long enough for retrospection.
I flew into Los Angeles this morning, (Spanish still remaining the dominant form of expression in my mind), on a mission to meet my sister, Lisa, for the first time in my life. Lisa is my half-sister and we share the same dad, which I guess dooms us both, but she's over twenty years older than me and the curls of our lives and family have seemed to keep us apart until now. As well, with the incredible addition of her daughter, and my niece, Sierra into the world a few weeks ago, the timing was more than perfect for our first hello.
I somehow have already slipped into my long-awaited deadbeat brother role by surprising my sister with a phonecall from the airport announcing my arrival, and our subsequent rendevous resplendant with all my South American body odors. Claaassy. And now at the end of our first, and wonderful, day I'm saturated with the overwhelming Familialness of it all.
I guess that how it happens to us all, one day you're shrugging it all off, and the next, you're somehow the guy giving the advice and talking about birth weight. I dunno how, maybe nobody sees it coming.
I'm on a plane to Vancouver in the next hour, so I suppose, that's that. See you all soon.
Oh, and here's my niece:
Ciao,
Nick
p.s. Oh, and on a very non-baby note, there are peacocks in the trees here. Do you hear me? Crazy.
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