Earlier today I was watching the K-On Movie which I awaited endlessly for since December of 11′. The next anime movie I’m dying to see is Hanasaku Irona Home Sweet Home. I love all of P.A Work’s anime but Hanasaku Irona left a huge impression on me last spring-fall. I’m disappointed to see it only returning as a movie, and not as another season, but oh well it’ll still be worth watching….even with the half a year wait for it to get to US.
The graduation trip to Europe the girls from the Light Music Club took brought back some of the memories from my childhood days. I remember being a cry baby all the time, especially during times of good bye. Each time a guest comes over to our house, (family friends/relatives, even my own sister and brother), after they leave, I would start tearing up. I just remember feeling a sense of sadness everytime someone leaves. That eventually stopped as I grew older…wonder why. /shrugs Now whenever someone leaves, I’m like “ok bai.”
The two times I vaguely remember tearing over after someone’s departure were of my aunt’s and brother’s. My mother’s older sister lives in Maryland and had flown down to Texas to visit us. (around 2004)? Her stay lasted about a couple weeks. I was always fond of her, even at younger ages prior to 9. I have no memory of her visit besides the day of her return to Maryland. I had the urge to cry whenever we were saying our farewells, but, to my surprise, held my tears till after she left for the airport.
The other time was the vacation my brother was taking to Maryland with my sister in-law and nephew. (2004 for sure!..maybe early 2005)? My mother still had her restaurant back then, so I see my sister and brother almost every day. Being only 10, and with really no where to go besides the restaurant, I was easily attached to both of them. I thought I really wouldn’t miss them at all whenever they left for Maryland, and I was right…for 4 days! I started mopping around on day 5 of their vacation. I had missed the wrestling and playing around with Eric, the presence and prankings on Victoria, and the presence of my first nephew Kyle. My sister spotted my gloomy attitude later that day and had ensured me that they will return soon enough. By that time my tears caved in, and I let is fall like the cry baby that I was.
My memories of the restaurant were great; things are so much different 8 years later now. Eric had two more kids, and is getting old, Yolanda had two of her own as well, and age is creeping on her too…and I’m almost 18. They all have their own lives and things just aren’t the same. 
Here’s a quick screenie I managed to get from K-on, thanks for sticking through with this post. xD
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