Email to Kurt

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To: [Kurt]
From: [Carlie]



Hey there!

Forge has lent me his laptop for a quickie email in return for me getting him some Red Bull on the sly as emergency stockpile when we hit the Midwest. *grins* I've never seen a guy cuddling a can quite like that before. Addiction is a sad, sad thing. :)

Any way, we're alive, somewhere in the middle of No and Where, and we're actually having a whale of a time. Some small arguments, usually about the choice of music and/or food, but we're actually meshing together well. My sociology prof would be loving this as a microcosim of human behaviour, or something like that. You'd think the four of us (since we acquired a Catseye by stealth) would have nothing to talk about and nothing in common, but yeah, there's times we never shut up.

Well, until Catseye gives us the "I'm trying to nap here!" look. ;)

We should hit LA soon, at least we will if Jubilee doesn't find another tacky tourist spot to detour to. So far we've seen the World's Biggest Ball of String, the UFO museum in Roswell, Spingfield (for the Simpsons reference) and this little old lady who carves national monuments out of mashed potato and then lacquers them for sale to the taste-challenged.

I think Mad will love her little mashed potato White House. *eg*

Jubes is way excited to be going back to her mall. I think it's because it's home to her, in a way. A place she spent part of her life in, where she developed all that tough attitude to protect herself. Besides, to hear her tell it, this place is like that place in Canada, in Edmonton - the world's biggest mall?

And now I'm hiding the screen from her so she doesn't see that and decide we need to detour to Canada on the way home - God knows what my parents would think if we did that. And Mad would have the mounties after me before I could blink... mmm, mounties.

Hmm. Home. It's a really loaded word, that one. Way subjective, too. We've all got different values for the word. I mean, I'm having huge problems with Mom lately, her being all protective and treating me like I'm ten years old still, but when I think of home, that's where my mind goes. Her and Dad and the house I was... well, not born in since Mom had me at the local hospital, but I've lived there all my life. It's like all my memories of childhood, made solid in that one building. And no matter where I go or what I do, I'll always have that.

Yeah, I can understand why Jubes wants to make this trip so much. Getting back in touch with some of where she came from, even if it's not the nicest childhood. It's hers, it belongs to her.

Gah, getting all metaphysical and philosophical and other words ending in -cal. And Forge has just made a completely outrageous statement that must be corrected. I am obliged to defend my honour and prove wrong this terrible slur against everything I believe in.

Rocky road is the ultimate ice cream flavour. :P

Carlie.