Back in Boston.

Well, I’m back in Boston now, after my brief jaunt to AZ and Coachella.

And honestly, I am tired of talking about Coachella, so if you wanna know about it, go talk to someone else who went. The most important things you should know about this music festival is: it was very very hot, there were 12 hundred million people and Thom Yorke is my boyfriend. Oh and also...fucking Jeff Tweedy.

I have to admit, I’m a little apprehensive about my move back to Tucson. I’m EXCITED, but nervous. There is a reason why I moved across the country and stayed here for 4+ years, and it isn’t just because of school. I just hope that I’ve grown up enough to be able to handle being thisclose to my family again. I love them and I’ll be glad to have them around, as long as they don’t make me too crazy. Especially when it comes to raising my son (I still giggle whenever I say “my son” because it feels so surreal and delicious and foreign).

In case you haven’t noticed, I have peculiar ways of living, loving and loafing and those ways aren’t always agreeable to people, in particular my family. I am a bit “off-kilter” to them. I don’t want anyone intruding on the way I parent. They all have their way and I have mine. I get enough grief about my lifestyle and the choices I make, and I won’t have that spilling over into my methods of childrearing. I will speak up and tell them to butt out if I have to, but I don’t want it to come to that. My relationship with them has reached a very steady and nice balance by being farther away from them. The distance lets me live my life and do my thing and be the christa that I am, so this move and our sudden close proximity threatens that balance.

I am sure it will be fine. And I’ll only be there a year or so, because I have to come back to Boston to finish school. I can handle it for a year. I’ll be so busy with Rye that I won’t have time to worry about my family.

It’ll be great being around my friends, that’s for sure. It makes me very happy how excited and happy everyone is about Ryland. This boy already has so much love. It makes a girl happy.

You know, Christa, I really truly love the name Ryland but I just can't seem to get into calling him Rye. All I can think of is rye bread.

Every time I think of his name, I think of "The Catcher in the Rye". :)

I love calling him Rye! Even calling him Rye Bread I think is cute. I don't know why. it doesn't really remind me of rye bread but my dad calls him that now and it doesn't bother me. "commere rye bread!" it's cute!

so is ry-guy.

and michelle hit it on the head--catcher in the rye! It's my favorite book in all the world and his nickname is rye and I don't sound all pretentious and lame by naming him holden, but I still get to honor the book.

it works out great!

Yeah, I think of bread, too. But then again, bread is delicious. Although I don't care much for rye bread. I'm conflicted. Name him sourdough.

Your dad is funny. Remember how my dad always used to call you Crystal just to piss you off? HA!!

Cryland.

Just want to remind all you loafers that this is Christa's first official Mother's Day....you should all send appropriate gifts (money being quite appropriate).