This past weekend went by way too fast, but filled with catching up with so many old friends that I consider family. I always enjoy reminiscing about the old times and my humble beginnings growing up on the south side of Wichita (iykyk). We also got to celebrate 100 days since my dad’s passing at the Wat Wichitaram Buddhist temple and getting to hang with my aunties. Most of all, it was bittersweet saying goodbye to my childhood home one last time. 2303, you were good to us, held up through many tornado seasons, and full of so many fond memories. Don’t know when I’ll be back again, but I look forward to seeing a new family make this special place their home.
This Thing Called Life 