i go back to december (2009) all the time.

There's an intersection right before you pass Mars High School that I drove through today, without having to stop.  I acknowledged the building as I drove past, remembering it as where I once played and watched many basketball games at... once upon a time.  And then, like clockwork, I remembered it as something more.  Much more.  … Continue reading i go back to december (2009) all the time.

my nostalgic ghosts of christmas pasts

Merry Christmas!  Feliz Navidad!  Happy Kwanzaa!  Since this is our first Christmas together, I should probably tell you about the annual Medica/Sturm Family's holiday celebrations.  For as long as I can remember, we've celebrated Christmas day with my parents' families in our house on Cheyenne Ct (Pittsburgh, PA), which we moved into when I was four and Nicky was two.  … Continue reading my nostalgic ghosts of christmas pasts

it’s christmas eve and we are going to go celebrate being young and being alive.

Since arriving home on Wednesday, I've attempted to watch The Holiday twice already, passing out within 30 minutes of the first scene each time.  But here I am, on the Christmas Eve morning/early afternoon attempting to watch it again, from the last spot I last remember before drifting off last night.  Third time is a charm...or … Continue reading it’s christmas eve and we are going to go celebrate being young and being alive.

when we see each other time doesn’t matter. each time we see each other, it’s wonderful.

Since last Christmas, I've calculated having only spent 5 nights in my bedroom...in my parents' house.  The bedroom that I claimed as a 4-year old and lived in until moving to Columbus 3.5 years ago.  The bedroom that my parents still referred to as "your room".  (I know, they miss me.)  So saying I was anxious about returning to Pittsburgh … Continue reading when we see each other time doesn’t matter. each time we see each other, it’s wonderful.

good morning, hampton. how have you been?

This morning the stars aligned for me as I was appreciative of the opportunity to see a friend from the past...and then another.  It was the perfect way to start off my day back in Hampton (Pittsburgh, PA)-my hometown.  Within ten minutes I had reconnected with two important people from my life back in Hampton.  Two people … Continue reading good morning, hampton. how have you been?