One More Day

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Today is my last day of work before I get to go back to the homeland and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been counting down since Thanksgiving and tomorrow morning can’t come soon enough. I will wake up early, load my car down with the laundry that hasn’t been done in 3 and a half weeks, get my Starbucks chai latte and hit the road. My tasks tonight involve packing the rest of my things such as painting supplies, gifts for my family, making 3 to 4 amazing new mixed CDs (so 2000s of me I know) and the finding the multitude of charging chords for my electronics.

Here are a few things I’m looking forward to doing when I’m home.

  1. Making tamales with my mama.
  2. Buying an obscene amount of pay-per-view movies with my brother.
  3. Snuggling with my cat on the couch with a cup of tea.
  4. Taking early morning walks with my dad.
  5. Wrapping all the gifts I bought (and the gifts I didn’t buy because my dad sucks at wrapping presents so he locks me in a room until I wrap all of his for him.)
  6. Watching Love Actually one, three, seven, eighteen times.
  7. Opening presents on Christmas morning and seeing the pictures that come out of it. We all tend to look like hell but the pictures are even more amazing for that exact reason.
  8. Singing so loudly throughout the house that my brother finally screams at me to shut up. Or he’ll just punch me in the arm.
  9. Going up to San Fran at least once. Maybe getting some shopping done along the way.
  10. Going to the movies on Christmas Day (a family tradition.) I think this year we’re going to end up seeing Anchorman 2. RON BURGUNDY IS BACK.
  11. Just being home. I’m so excited just to be home and be a bum and wear no make up and be gross and hang out with my family. Because they have to love me no matter what.

Christmas

Christmas

Word Vomit: I’m Going Home

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So today I drive back home for winter break. For those of you who read this, I am probably already on the road. The loooooooong road that is I-5. Tumbleweeds galore.

As I drive the 300 miles home I listen to mixed CD’s (mostly country. Blame my hick town roots.) and ponder what I have accomplished in the past 3 and a half years. It seems like only yesterday I was making my first drive home from Orange County to Hollister and now here I am making what will probably be my 37th trip back home.

This is the first time I’ll be driving home and not have a distinct reason to come back at a certain time.  Weird but comforting at the same time.

I’ll be taking the next few days to look back on what my life has been the past few years.

Cheers,

S