back to life, back to reality
Jul. 7th, 2003 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chestnutcurlsOkay, things have calmed down now.
I guess I don't have anything else to say about my trip. My flight home yesterday was fine, if long. People looked at me strangely in the airport because my backpack, shifting on my charred shoulders, made me cringe in pain as I walked through the terminal. There was a cute flight attendant guy on my connection flight. He was Canadian. Eh?
Breakthrough: I've decided that I couldn't live in Miami again. Every time I go there, everything's gotten worse. More crime, more drugs, more overcrowding, more seediness. I love the ocean and the culture and the memories I have there, but in a sense, the city made me feel...dirty. Does that make sense? I was glad to come home. I love Memphis. Sometimes I forget that.
I'm staying at my parents' tonight to bunny-sit and do laundry. I'll probably also watch The Wedding Singer, since I've had a strange urge to watch it lately. It'll be a nice mini-vacation from my vacation.
My mom told me this weekend that she's proud of me. She says a lot of her friends' kids are "bums" who won't get a job or get out on their own, and she's glad to have a kid who's working and active and taking care of herself. That meant so much to me. At the end of everything, I really just want to make my parents proud, and I've worried that my mother is ashamed of my seemingly-eternal singleness. (I don't worry about my dad- he'd still be proud of me if I became a nun. He's even proud of my astronomically high standards. :)) So hearing that was like a weight off my shoulders. Yay God. :)
I guess I don't have anything else to say about my trip. My flight home yesterday was fine, if long. People looked at me strangely in the airport because my backpack, shifting on my charred shoulders, made me cringe in pain as I walked through the terminal. There was a cute flight attendant guy on my connection flight. He was Canadian. Eh?
Breakthrough: I've decided that I couldn't live in Miami again. Every time I go there, everything's gotten worse. More crime, more drugs, more overcrowding, more seediness. I love the ocean and the culture and the memories I have there, but in a sense, the city made me feel...dirty. Does that make sense? I was glad to come home. I love Memphis. Sometimes I forget that.
I'm staying at my parents' tonight to bunny-sit and do laundry. I'll probably also watch The Wedding Singer, since I've had a strange urge to watch it lately. It'll be a nice mini-vacation from my vacation.
My mom told me this weekend that she's proud of me. She says a lot of her friends' kids are "bums" who won't get a job or get out on their own, and she's glad to have a kid who's working and active and taking care of herself. That meant so much to me. At the end of everything, I really just want to make my parents proud, and I've worried that my mother is ashamed of my seemingly-eternal singleness. (I don't worry about my dad- he'd still be proud of me if I became a nun. He's even proud of my astronomically high standards. :)) So hearing that was like a weight off my shoulders. Yay God. :)
