Last night I hung out with my cousin. I haven’t seen him in a really long time because he doesn’t really talk to anyone in our family. I don’t know why, and I’ve only ever asked his sister why and she immediately tensed up and changed the subject. So I took that as a huge hint not to bring it up again, and I haven’t.
So I’m assuming something bad happened a long time ago and he moved to Ypsilanti, which isn’t far from me at all. It’s about an hour drive with traffic.
Ypsi is the most charming city in my life. I love going there, and I don’t go as often as I’d like to. I’d like to think I’ll start going more often now. I hope I do. I feel so free there. If I weren’t so in love and rooted to where I currently live and work, I would one hundred percent move there. It’s a quaint little town with a lot to offer, including the people who live there. They’re amazing. Everyone is so friendly and eccentric. You’ll be sitting on a porch and a group of people will walk by and start talking to you and asking you questions. In all fairness, Ypsi is a college town, so 90% of the time the people are probably drunk or high. But I don’t care. The friendliness. The connection. I’m in love with everything about it.
So last night a friend and I went down to Ypsi to visit a friend who lives there. Long story short, she knew my cousin, which is crazy because they are 10 years apart. It was so random, but really cool. So we messaged him on facebook and he came over to her house and hung out with us.
It was amazing. My cousin and I aren’t very close, but I’d love to be. He’s so intelligent and he’s the kind of person who you want to be around all the time and soak up all of the information he has. And he’s the best kind of intelligent, because he knows he is, and he doesn’t use it arrogantly. He doesn’t make you feel stupid for the questions you ask or for not completely understanding something.
I don’t even know why I’m actually writing about this. Yesterday was just such a good day.