Love the Pops..

Yesterday was Dad's Day.. and I felt really greatful to be able to be home for that day... Everday should be parents day. They have done so much for us, give us life, take care of us through financial burdens and to emotionally push us when we needed help. Why only one day for dad and mom- you should take every chance you can to tell them how much they are appreciated and loved. My dad has always been my guidance when I am mentally exhausted and down. He has been there to tell me I am smarter then I think, but lazier then I know. Yesterday he was so excited to find me the Ipod program to make my Palm Pilot a functional Ipod to play my favorite songs- that he stayed up late at night and downloaded the program and excitedly showed me how to use it. It makes me sad to think that one day he won't be there for me anymore. But onto happier things.. it's been great to be home with my family, even though I have not done anything super exciting, it's still being home. Friday we took like tourist and went to SF.. and roamed the fishmans wharf on pier 41-39, ate nasty overpriced clam chowder, took some pictures and went to Chinatown. My mom is now very much like her mother. She was pretty excited to walk around Chinatown and to look at the fresh produce, much like my grandmother was. I am going to miss them when I go back to Atlanta, but to be honest I cannot imagine living at home as a grown adult. Maybe if I had done it from the start, it would not be so unimaginable- but once you get a taste of freedom it's hard to go back to the nest. But I love them dearly, and I am so grateful for all their support and love.

Back to Cali.. here I come

It's time to get back to Cali..to enjoy some family time and to get some summer clothes for the crazy Atlanta warm summers. I am excited beyond comprehension, and a little blown away that I have been away from home for more then 5 months now, it feels so less then that. Part of me is afraid that if I leave ATL now, I might not want to go back. The comforts of home cannot deny, and seeing my parents will make returning to ATL so much harder. I cannot wait to eat home cook meals, and to be in a huge house that is clean, where the fridge is always partly empty, and grocery , well I don't need to do it. NO matter how old you are, when you are home, you are a child again, in the loving, comforts of the womb of your parents. Call it an only child syndrome, but I miss it so much. I might cry when I leave and have to come back to the south, alone on my jet plane.. but I know that there will ALWAYS be home in California.. back in the arms of my loving and supportive parents. Again this passage makes me feel lonely more then ever.. I hope this chosen journey will bear fruits of abundance and comforts - but for now, I travel a semi-lonely path.
Studying has become the enemy, the schedule is not my friend, but a constant reminder of the dwindling long days ahead of me. But this week will end on a happy and exciting note.. I am leaving on a Jet Plane.. going back to wear I belong again.. I am leaving on a Jet Plane, to go back to a place I feel at home again..