It felt like I booked my ticket home ages ago and now the time has come to head back home. Everyone keeps asking me how I feel about going home. My first reaction is one of excitement, of course. I've already made a list of the things I must do when I get back.
1. Taco Bell drive-thru. First thing I said to my mom was we're hitting the closest TB the second we leave LAX. I swore after six years of eating that stuff I'd never miss it like I do now. I'd also like to do In N Out with my mom but she'd give me a lecture about eating beef and make me consume it on the sidewalk.
2. Hit the Banana Republic at South Coast Plaza. My Luxe card is waiting for me to burn a whole in it.
3. Go to the beach. I want to see blue water and blue skies together again.
4. Drive a car. I admit it, I miss it but I'm not looking forward to getting my ass on the 405 again.
5. Hanging out in CDM. Bandera's and El Ranchito here I come (that means you and me Shannon).
6. Get a mani/pedi. My poor feet have only been rubbed once since I left, it's truly a travesty.
7. See the six babies that have been born since I left. Seriously, people stop pro creating.
8. Listen to my man Ryan Seacreast on KISS FM, at this point I'd be happy listening to any radio station.
9. Last but not least, see my mom and all my friends.
Even though I'm excited to go home, I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I was scared too. I'm scared because of how I will feel when I have to leave. I'll get to live my old life again for 2 weeks and then I'll have to leave it behind again. Except this time it's not to start a new adventure and doing so with my mom by my side but instead heading back alone to my empty "home". Empty
because Tenielle is off to Italy with her mom and will be their for the next few weeks and then she'll be headed back to the US. Who is going to make me fabulous Italian meals when I get home from work, talk ghetto slang with me, or go to Mexicali for burritos and guacamole? In all seriousness, it's been so great having her here and we've become true roomies and the best of friends again. I'm going to miss her!
Ok, back to packing way too much! See you all in 24 hours and in person!
A online journal of my 2 1/2 year journey in the UK.
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