more from the depths of the garage

I wish I could have partied with my Nana and Popi in this era. They weren't grandparents yet, they didn't have grey hair yet, he still smoked.

I'm jealous that my mom spent nights drinking wine with her, dancing and singing, while my dad was on the other side of the world, alone.






But my moments were in the kitchen, listening to K-Earth, cooking and singing and laughing until I dropped to the floor. Sitting on the porch with him and watching the evening go by.