Basement

I took a trip to china, for about 6 days. Had a lot of fun, exploring catacombs and tombs. Did some jobs for people, and earned more visa points. Collected relics and pieces of things, maybe I can reconstruct them one day. I was more than ready to leave at the end of the trip though, I had gotten pretty homesick for my new home.

Soon after I got home from my trip, I got a call from my cousin to come visit. I gladly accepted their offer and went right over. They have a nice big house! It is right in front of a public pool, and they can take advantage of that anytime. Sometimes I think about putting a pool in my yard, that would be fun.

From left to right : DeanDre, Ayla, Caitlyn and Zebulon

I stayed for a while, talking and telling stories of my adventures. Ayla is my mothers sister. She is quite shocked to hear that I turned out to be so adventurous, coming from a down to earth family oriented family. She told me it was in my blood to want a big family. But Egypt was in my blood too, my father was Egyptian, maybe that is why I want to travel. Before going home, I saw a few people down by the pool that I knew. So I went to say hello. While I was down there I ran into my mother and her brother. The picture above on the left is of Brayden (mothers brother) and Mother. We do not see him very often, he is a loner and inventor. He stays in his shop most of the time.

Also before I went home, I stopped at the fire station, to see if Ameen (my father) was working. He was, so I chose to chat with him a little bit. He still did not seem to impressed with me, but was happy he didn't have to do any raising. I spend most of my days doing housework, and paying bills. Most of the nights are mine though, to myself. I tend to meditate, or just look out over the ocean and enjoy the scenery. I do take lots of pictures of everything around town. Being in the photography career is not very rewarding money wise, but it is fulfilling to see such beautiful things and take pictures of them. I have some followers of my work, who collect my photos.

Some of my day I dedicate to my Martial arts. I love this, it keeps me so focused. I feel a lot better after practicing, or just meditating.

The other evening I realized I did have enough pieces of a sarcophagus to put it together, so I did. It was just a plain one. I checked out the inside and made sure everything was stable. Then I noticed that it did not fit in my yard very well, it just looked out of place. So I got some contractors to build me a basement, and filled it with all my collected items from my travels. There is a ton of stuff here, and it is all probably worth a lot of money. Although I am in no need for money right now, I'll just keep it around to look at and for memories.

For some reason I think my life is about to change. Isn't that an odd feeling? I'm happy the way I am. Aren't I?