Last week we painted Mom and Dad's living room, hall, and stairwell. And by we, I mean Mom, Dad, and Chris. The house is really starting to look great... if you ignore that the banister and the carpet have been ripped out :). Although, while I was watching on I had a moment of déjà vu. Step back 18 months and we're back in Chris's house with Dad painting and Mom correcting :).
I grew up in a little town with just under 10,000 people. I like the sense of community and family. Not at first though. Like most teenagers I couldn't wait to get out of here. And I did. I went to college and then university. I studied lots of different material and mets lots of different people. I had some really awesome experiences and some rather trying ones too. It was during those difficult times that I found who my real friends were so I like to stick with them. Once a friend; always a friend.