the Nonsense in Between

Sweet and Sour Turkey

Dominic and I are back from our bittersweet journey through New Mexico. Before we even left I felt a heaviness building in my heart for what I knew was going to be a difficult visit. With everything going on with my grandfather thanksgiving wasn't going to be the big family tradition it used to be. Lost family traditions aside my hometown (Roswell) is just depressing. Drug and alcohol abuse are high, unemployment-high, poverty-high, teen pregnancy-high, crimerate-high... On our visit I found out meth addiction afflicts people in my family as well as a close friend's family. No one's going anywhere and many seem to be doing worse than they were a year ago. With all that said the simplicity and love that fills my parents' house gave me the sense of home I yearned for. On thanksgiving Dominic helped my dad, or mostly kept my dad from helping, fry a turkey in the beautiful 78 degree weather. So, not to lose all tradition we consumed a million calories, napped, and consumed more. Overall Roswell sucks but a visit with my family was much needed.

In Albuquerque Sean and Penny helped us rinse down the bitter aftertaste of Roswell with lots of booze. Good times were certainly had by all and when I find out how to post videos (dan help) you will see what i mean. Hanging out in Albuquerque makes me wish I could have my cake and eat it too. Why can't I take all the people I love with me where ever I go? And why isn't there a Dion's, Los Cuates, or Dos Hermanos in Denver? But most importantly, why isnt there a Sean and Penny here? Sean and Penny, thank you for your hospitality and reminding me why i miss you guys so much.
I also want to thank Trent for meeting up with us for lunch. It was good to see you so happy with Tonya.

Go to the gallery to see pictures from our trip.