
It's almost 7 am, and I just got home from taking Jaxin to Chino Hills to begin his next tour. We left at around 4:30am so we decided not to go to sleep the night before. We kept ourselves occupied by getting dinner together and watching '500 Days of Summer', 'Zombieland' and my personal favourite, 'Death Proof'. We brought Poppy with us to Chino so Jaxin could say goodbye to her and so she could meet the rest of the band. We both cried the whole way home. I'm not very good at goodbyes, and it takes me a little while to bounce back after having to say it, but it gets easier as each day passes because I know it's one day closer to another hello.






