dad is going to malibu tonight. oh im so jealous. his job takes him to some strange places, and other times to some beautiful, that being malibu. he styles and fixes mosaics. and this time hes working right next to the beach, in a swimming pool. so he could swim in the ocean at lunch. i just want to go. i want to be well. i want to swim, and lay on the beach, and walk along the shore line.
hes taking my nephew. who has worked for him for the last two years. my nephews first time in u.s.a. he is so excited, and apprehensive. you see my nephew is on the autistic spectrum. what makes me angry is he went to a special needs school, however when he left at 16 the only prospects for him would of been stacking shelves or working in a warehouse ( which is fine if that is what you want to do). however as he has mild difficulties, my dad decided to take him under his wing. they are quite similiar in some respects, so at times they clashed. however two years down the line, he is very good at what he does. he like straight lines, things have to be perfect. so hes gone from an average job, into something that could earn him a lot of money. hes already worked in alot of stars houses ( which he loves). why can these kids be given a chance. all they need is time and extra help. and something could be made of their lives.
back to travel. how i miss the warmth of the sea. dipping in the english channel just isnt the same. when ive been to brighton, the water is freezing cold, and a bit mouldy. naively, three years ago i went to cornwall. the day was sunny and warm, and i thought the sea would be the same. forget it. i spent to many summers in the med, to spoilt, with the warm waters. oh i wish it was me going.