Well, as of July 26th; I have a half brother named Dylan. I'm not sure exactly what to say about him... I've sat here for a few minutes trying to think of something to write... but I'm just drawing blanks. I am flying back to Michigan in a week to visit until the 18th. But, my brother, Nick, sent me a handful pictures from the day. I thought I should share them...


Above: Nick with Dylan... which I guess is kinda' stating the obvious.


Above: my mom seems to have that; "what do you think you're taking a picture of..." look on her face.










Above: is it just me, or does Nick look like he's been smoking something... not around the baby, Nick.

You know, above I mentioned that I was flying back to Michigan... now, it occurred to me as I was typing; "back to Michigan", that I almost typed; "back home". But I didn't, "back to Michigan" came out instead. And for some reason that split decision has left a strange emotional aftershock I can't shake. I think it stems from last night, Amanda and I went to see Garden State [don't worry, this isn't a spoiler... it's mentioned in the trailer], and there's a scene where Braff is saying...

You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore, that idea of home is gone. Maybe thats all family really is, a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

A place that no one can really get 'back' to, and for a long period of your life you just stay in a place where you keep your stuff... that it's not 'home'... I guess he does a better job explaining it than I do. But, maybe I feel like I haven't had a home in a long time... I've just been keeping my stuff in different places.

I wonder when the day will come when I wake up and realize I live in a "home" again, but one that I've created.