Yesterday, I visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Revisiting the same museum several times is refreshing; it's more chill. There's no pressure to see everything in one go. Instead, you can focus on what's changed, making the experience much more pleasant.
I have a bad habit of just disappearing. If I get the urge to travel, I just go.
Once, I found a cruise deal, so I jumped on a plane and disappeared for four days...
My family doesn't appreciate my
free-spirited urges, though.
When I came back home, I was surprised to see dozens of voicemail and text messages on my phone.
Apparently, my mom tried to reach me on my cell phone for days, but I didn't answer because there's no service on the cruise ship. Eventually, she called the police, but not
enough time had passed to conduct a search.
Therefore, the only thing she could do in the meantime was to search my apartment.
Fun fact: All of my family members are scaredy cats, so they were not about to search my apartment. A dead body could be marinating.
So, what did they do?
They gave the grunt work to the little one... my younger brother.
At 14, he was voluntold tasked with searching the apartment for his potentially deceased older brother.