So, my mother is coming to visit for the next week. She arrives tomorrow. If I'm scarce, it's not because I don't love you.

I've lived here for the last eight years and this is the first time someone in my direct family has come to visit me. I know, you're wondering, "Just how terrible is she in real life? What kept them away so long? Maybe she's a monster and not the beacon of love and delight we see her as on her blog." Don't worry, I've been asking myself the same questions.

I'm so excited to show her where I live; this place that I've created a life for myself in. I'm hoping she gets to see everything I love and not just museums. I hope she has that moment where she's proud of the life I've built here.

Yeah yeah, I'm 40 and am still seeking parental approval. Well, I don't think that ever really ends. I think that I want her to look at me and say, "I'm proud of you sweetie. You are capable and you have a good life. This is a lovely place." That's all.

All of this right after I've just quit my job. Huh. Here's hoping young ones. I'll fill you in if I can sneak to the laptop in the evening.

(BTW: in the picture, my mom is about the age i am now. weird. and yes, in the picture i'm standing on something. i didn't have freakishly long legs as a child. which suggests i have freakishly long legs now. which i don't. they're regular. ish.)

Labels: it's a short visit, looking for parental approval, mother