I started to write a disclaimer about why I rarely write posts about my own life; then, scrapped it. I'm leaving this as a self-reminder... and likely, nobody but me will ever understand why I'm writing this. Heck, I'm not sure I do.
One of the best parts of these trips to Cleveland and Los Angeles was the ability to see family. (I'm sure my mom is thrilled right now.) In Cleveland, we had enough time to see my grandmother, who recently moved into Menorah Park, and as I mentioned, I had a chance to peruse a box of photos while I was there. From there, we went to my parents' house. My great-uncle recently passed away in Albequerque, NM, and my mother brought back some incredible pictures from his house. Included among them was this one of my grandparents which I had never seen before:
I have never seen pictures of my grandparents from when they were this young before, at least not that I can remember offhand.
Skipping forward a bit... in Los Angeles, the organization I was interviewing for allowed me a nice amount of "free time" to spend with Serach's sister's family. It was great to see their kids, despite (especially because of?) the jumping on and yelling for from the pair of cuties. Here a couple examples of what I went through, including having to avoid getting stomped (and drooled) on by a very excited nephew while simultaneously checking out the artwork of a very loud niece. Bear in mind that I had just spent a weekend in the snow of Cleveland, dancing like crazy at my friend's wedding, then flown back to New York, stayed up through the night to leave at 4:45AM for a 6 o'clock flight to LAX via Atlanta (ugh), and then been in a car in stop n' go traffic in LA for an hour. And just eaten.
It was awesome. :)