An interview with myself
I know some of you are eagerly anticipating the next installment of Christian and I meeting—sorry I left you with 20-year-old Chelsey in a gravel parking lot in Tennessee. I promise more is coming, but it is hard work to reconstruct events from 20 years ago and dig up memorabilia. And so for today, I am providing an interview with myself that literally no one asked for, but that I very much enjoyed giving.
What is something you were confused about as a child?
My mom’s older brother was named David. My dad is also named David. My mom would tell me stories about growing up and they always included all these things she did with “David.” I thought it was weird she wasn’t calling my dad, “Dad,” but didn’t ask questions. I would just insert images of my dad as a kid into all these stories. I also thought it was cool that my parents had known each other their whole lives, even though I also knew the story of them having met in college. It was confusing, OK?
