I am at my parents’ house right now.
My parents are not home.
They are in Costa Rica.
My parents changed the locks on the house.
I had to go to my aunt in order to get a spare key to get in.
I did not know of any of this until about just before I was about to make my trip up to Virginia. And as funny as all this sounds, it really truly is just coincidence, but it’s a funnier story to explain it as such. Oh, I get along great with my parents, but they changed the locks on their house and went to Costa Rica.
Oh well. At least I’m comfortably in my old bed, in my old, pitch-black closet of a bedroom, even if it’s a completely empty house.
Tomorrow, or rather, well later today, I will embark on a burger challenge that I do not wish to incur failure. Photos will probably end up here soon afterward.
