So, my grandparents and my cousin Dana arrive bright and early tomorrow morning. I haven't seen any of my family since January. I mean, I've seen David and Julie, but adopted siblings, for purposes of this blog entry, don't count. So, it's now been six months plus since I was last in the presence of another Holson (or Schwartz, for that matter). I've Skyped with them all (at one point, I think I might've even had a conversation with my aunt's dog, Max, though I don't think he said too much. He's the strong silent type), but I haven't actually been able to touch them or smell them (they don't smell bad, they smell like people. That's important. If you didn't smell like a person, you'd be a vampire. Or a zombie). Tomorrow morning, I'll be able to hug my grandmother and kiss my grandfather on his bald head and make Dana do the guppy face (it's something we've done since she was little. I know it's weird). I can't wait!
|
AuthorAmy Holson-Schwartz is an American playwright and producer currently living in London. Archives
September 2012
Categories
All
|