my oldest niece is having a baby today (we hope). ive already been sitting in the waiting room for over 4 hours. i am pretty sure that i will be here a lot longer. thats just how that crap goes right? the first 4 have passed pretty quickly. i am here with a major chunk of my family and for the most part, we are enjoying each other quite a bit. this is actually the first time that i have seen most of them since i left for tour. its nice.
my mom was talking to someone about our family's history in this hospital and i thought about something neat. although i cant place it down to the square foot, i am in the very first place i ever was. full circle. i suppose that most of us will have it happen a few times in our lives but i also suppose we dont really think about it. ive been in this hospital for a few births and never thought about it. for the most part there is nothing special about it but when i paired it with the (slightly morbid) thought of dying in this hospital it felt a little bigger. how often do our lives stop and start in the same place? how far do we go in between? im only thinking so far in to this because of how long ive been sitting in this chair.... but i want to compare it to space. if you dont get that, go read about space and super novas and black holes and blah blah. its neat. we started off in the same place we will end. every thing is a cycle.
quick, someone save me from this waiting room and from my brain.