An urban-Suburban California native adjusting to to life in great North. Exchanging flip flops for snow shoes.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Going Home.
I'm nine hours from being home. In N Out. Sushi. Sleeping in my own bed. Buggy. Mom's breakfast. 70 degrees warmer than it is here. I'm excited...but I'm kind of sad. Who thought I would ever miss this frozen tundra. I already do and I'm not even gone yet.
I am a seeker, a traveler, a doer, a life student, a sister, a daughter, a lover, a sinner, a soccer player, a Mac user, an idealist, and a runner. I love tacos. I hate broccoli. I drive a Volkswagen because I like that the interior lights are blue. I have a list of things I swore I'd never do...and I've completed almost all of them. I've been around the world, but my favorite place is still home. I've lived on both coasts and in the middle. I've been a conservative...some days a liberal, but mostly I find myself somewhere in between. I love my family, and I love my friends. Fiercely. I talk too much. I think too much. I get in trouble. I make people mad. I leap without looking. Sometimes I crash. But sometimes I get to fly.
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