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I guess it’s been a busy week or so. On Tuesday ( the 12th), I packed the car, did some errands, and then drove to Cincinnati to visit my aunt Jo and uncle Dave. The drive was not bad. I listened to Yelle and Madonna, and I tried to not get killed by stupid people on the roadways. One person tried to merge while I was right beside him, and he honked his horn. I checked my other side, moved over, and sped up. Then, he followed me closely, tail-gating me. I was super uncomfortable and wished I could punch this person in the face because whatever rush he was in, no matter what it was for, it did not matter compared to my LIFE.

I arrived there a little bit before dinner, which was a black bean /avocado/poblano wrap and I helped Aunt Jo prepare it. When Uncle Dave came home, she left to go to a meeting, and Uncle Dave and I had dinner together. It was tasty. Then, I went downstairs to get some work done, trying to take the flowers off these purple velvet drapes Aunt Jo had made. I listened to while doing it, and got almost two hours of work done. When Aunt Jo came home, I stopped and we had ice cream.

I went up to bed around 10:00 and talked to Alex. Then, I read some of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which was my aunt’s and I had never read it before. I only got through one story and fell asleep. I was very tired from the drive and the work.

Wednesday, I did some more flower removal and business card sorting. I did that for a total of eight hours or so. Aunt Jo and Uncle Dave also got Stella on that day. She is a retired racing greyhound, and she is very shy since she does not know how to be a pet yet, but she is adorable. I think she is a big sweetheart, and Aunt Jo and Uncle Dave finally have a “child” of their own to take care of, since I have been the baby of the family for the past twenty-two years.

I also finished reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard that evening. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I miss so much about Harry Potter. I wish I could have gone to the midnight showing of the last film Thursday evening, but I could not. Plus, I would not want to be in a packed theater like the time I went to see Goblet of Fire during opening weekend.

Thursday, I woke up around 7:00 and had a breakfast of turkey sausage and chocolate chunk scones that I had helped Aunt Jo make. Iwas busy all day doing business card stuff. I scanned them and sorted them in Aunt Jo’s database, I took all the bookmarks and labels out of her books, and together, we finally got the last of the flowers removed from the purple velvet drapes.

We also spent a lot of time trying to get Stella acclimated to her new home. She seemed to have taken a shine to me, and liked it when I pet her. She wouldn’t eat that much, which was worrisome. Stella’s funny, though. I went upstairs to talk to Aunt Jo, and when I turned around, Stella was at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me. She also stood on the newspaper while Aunt Jo was trying to read it.

I worked a total of nineteen hours while I was visiting, and I also helped Aunt Jo with one of her projects for school before I left on Friday morning. I drove out of Cincinnati to Fairborn, and let me just say, I hate, hate, HATE driving in Cincinnati. Coming in was not so bad, but when I was going north out of the city, it felt like I was having an ulcer and a heart attack. My hands were shaking. I felt sick. I was so glad to be out of it.

I drove up through Dayton, about forty miles all the way. I thought of my childhood while listening to the Juno soundtrack and David Bowie. I was born in Dayton, and so even though I have not lived there in over seventeen years, it still has a special place in my heart. I remember the Air Force Museum, which Alex and I visited on a camping trip once. There were just so many familiar things to me as I was driving, and I missed it a little bit. My life is good now, and I do not think the life I have now would be anything like the life that I would have lived had my parents actually stayed together. So in a way, everything works out.

Anyway, I made it to my grandparents’ house. Grandpa was at the festival already, so Grandma and I had lunch. She was baking bread, and then she took a nap later. I tried to take a nap. It didn’t work. I sat out on the back patio, mooching their neighbor’s wireless and surfed the Internet until she woke up. We did have coffee, though. I had so much coffee.

We left around 5:30 and dropped some books and movies off at the library, then we went to the festival run by their church, which started at 6:00. Grandma and Grandpa have worked at every festival for the last thirty-five years, and Grandpa used to be one of the head workers there. He stepped down a few years ago, but he is still very active in it. I have been to the festival since I was very young. Mom used to take me and put me on the kiddie rides, or get my face painted. My attendance, however, had been sporadic. I can’t remember the last time I went to one of them – probably when I was a sullen teenager, since I know it wasn’t in the last four years.

Now, since I am an adult, I don’t go for the kiddie rides or the games or the face painting. There’s crafts and a flea market to look at, and a book booth that has always been a hit for my family. I browsed the selection and didn’t see anything I really wanted, but I did keep tabs on a few books, though in the end, I didn’t buy anything.

On Friday evening, we ate with Ed and Mary and I had a pulled pork sandwich with French fries. It was a good choice. I spent the most of the night chatting and counting money in the air-conditioned office. It was my second time doing it, and it was a lot of fun. It was even more fun to come across people who have known me since I was small, and gasping at the young woman I am now. It makes me laugh. I also like seeing the different generations. For instance, if my mom could have made it, we would have three generations at the festival this year. As it stands, another family had the grandmother, the mother, and her son in his first year as a counter. It’s very interesting, but it does go to show how big this festival is for some people.

Grandma sent me down for a funnel cake, and we shared that. It was good, though rather pricey. I also got to talk to Alex, though that wasn’t until midnight, and we were still at the festival. I went out into the hall, and I noticed they were filing out with the money and they started turning the lights out in the hallway. I thought they were going to leave me! They were just going to the bank, though, and I stayed in the office until Grandma and Grandpa came back.

We got home around 1:00, and then we had ice cream. Yeah, I kid you not. My grandparents are awesome. They also gave me a belated graduation present.

I finally had the chance to sleep in on Saturday morning. I needed it, for sure. I got up and sat out on the back patio again, and I ended up talking to Teddy. He got a job near Lafayette, so he cut his trip out West short.

I helped my grandma bake lemon coconut bars and two batches of brownies for the festival. She took a nap afterward, but I have trouble taking naps, so I just stayed awake and knitted and watched television. Grandpa was already at the festival, he was there all day. We went around 5:30 and looked through the vendors’ tent, the book booth, and Bars & Bells. Grandma and I played some Bars & Bells – it was my first time, and I won twenty-five dollars! I was super excited about that.

I had a meatball sandwich for dinner – my favorite festival fare. I hung out in the office for a while, knitting, talking, counting money, whatever. It was hot and muggy outside, so the air conditioned office was a haven. I met Joe and Ben, who’s grandparents are part of the festival like mine. They’re nice guys.

Later, Grandma and I grabbed some pie and coffee. I spilled hot coffee on my hand and part of my shirt, so that was embarrassing, but the sugar cream pie I got was good. We did some more time in the office, and I was just going to hang in there and knit, but Joe, Ben, and Courtney invited me to join them. They were meeting a friend and going on a ride. I decided to join them. We all pitched in four dollars and bought a sheet of tickets, though between the five of us (including the friend, Mary), we could only ride one ride, the Sizzler (“The Scrambler” everywhere else). I crammed into a car with Joe and Courtney, and I felt embarrassed about my big hips. We could barely squeeze in together. I was so much bigger than Courtney and Mary, and about as tall as the boys. Then, I thought about my age. Joe would be eighteen, Courtney, seventeen. Ben is a sophomore at the University of Cincinnati, and so that would probably make him nineteen. I’m twenty-two, old enough to drink and at least three years older than all of them. I felt awkward. They didn’t treat me as so, but I felt self-conscious, like I needed my own kind. I invited Alex to come to the festival next year so maybe I won’t feel that way again. Hopefully, that’s a possibility.

After the ride and splitting off from the others, I joined Grandpa on a run. I picked up money from the booths and ran it over, escorted by a deputy. It was my first time and I felt very important! I also passed out bags before the last hour of the festival, also a first. I spent the rest of the evening counting, though I took a break to call Alex. After midnight, I went with Grandpa, Kim, and a deputy to the bank to deposit money. I felt even more important! I was super giddy because I had never done anything like that before.


We got home a little earlier than the previous night, and then we had ice cream. I had a hard time falling asleep and had “The Name Game” going on in my head. Crazy. I did sleep, though it was hard to get up at 7:00 in the morning after a late night. I went with Grandma and Grandpa to church, and then helped get some things together for the festival. I said goodbye to Grandpa, and Grandma and I went back home. I had some coffee and read some of the newspaper. Then, I packed up my car and drove to Richmond, where I met up with my paternal grandparents.

Grandma and Grandpa treated me to lunch at Applebee’s, which I requested because I knew I could get a nice salad there. We came back home, did some visiting, and had some ice cream. I was going to head to Muncie, but I realized how tired I was. I took a nap because I thought I would be at Muncie late. It was interrupted because Alex texted me. His car overheated in Fortville, so he couldn’t make it to Muncie. Another one of our meetings thwarted.

I spent some more time with Grandma and Grandpa, and around 4:00 I headed off towards Muncie. It took me about an hour to get to Krista’s apartment, and we talked and watched the first episode of the new season of True Blood, since she hadn’t seen it. Robin came up to visit, too, and we went to Wal-Mart and got pizzas. It was tasty, and nice because I really didn’t feel like doing any tough cooking tonight. We watched The Birdcage, and after that, I decided it was time to come home.

Overall, I’d say it was a great trip. I saw and experienced a lot of different things, and came home with brownies, scones, zucchini, green peppers, rhubarb, yellow squash, storage containers, three knitting books, and a small sum of cash. Most of all, though, I got to spend some time with my family. And a deputy. And I got to sing in my car at the top of my lungs.

More car problems plagued us, though. Mom’s clutch went out, and so I had to drive her to work on Monday and Tuesday and pick her up, which I wasn’t too pleased about. At least not on Monday, since I was exhausted from my trip.

The good news is that got fixed, and hopefully, in a few weeks, Alex’s car will be fixed, too. I got to see him on Wednesday, and we went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2, and had dinner with his parents. I also got to see him this weekend. That was pretty much the only notable thing this past week, besides seeing my girls for So You Think You Can Dance on Wednesday as well. Anyway, though we didn’t do anything too interesting, it was just nice to be with him. I took him home this morning, and I miss him already.


So yeah, lots of stuff going on, that’s why I haven’t been here that much (that, and utter laziness). That’s all.


I’ve been long overdue for an update – a real update, not the “oh woe is me” blurb I posted a few days ago. However, the timeline has gotten quite hazy for me, so I will try my best to relate what has happened to me in the past month or so.

You know the beginning – March 18, I left Central for good. I went back to P-town. I formally withdrew from my student teaching courses, and then freaked the hell out. It took me about five days before I realized that my entire life, I’ve always thought I knew what I wanted to do. Turns out, I don’t. I would have been miserable as a public school teacher, unless I was in a district that reflected my small-town upbringing. Plus, I had the added pressure from my mother, who told me when I was in middle school and high school that I could not make a living as a poet/writer… I understand her intentions to encourage me to have a more profitable profession, but it was rather disappointing to hear.

Enough of that. Speed up to April 5th. To be completely honest, I don’t remember anything notable between March 18th and April 5th. A lot of recuperation, really. But then, on April 5th, Alex, Tanner, and I went to see Electric Six play at Birdy’s. It was so nice that they were performing only about an hour and a half away this time, rather than three and a half hours. I managed to drag Alex and Tanner into the crowd with me, and I finagled my way up to the front of the stage. We met some people who were also at the Covington show, including a couple. The woman asked me, “When did you first hear about Electric Six?” and I said, “Well, I was in eighth grade when Fire came out…”

She said I made her feel old. Haha.

It was even better than the last show. They played “Pink Flamingos” and “Clusterfuck!” and I went nuts. It would have been even better had people not decided to start moshing during “Gay Bar.” I know it is one of Electric Six’s best known songs (besides “Danger! High Voltage!” of course), but moshing? Really?

At least I didn’t almost die this time, and we got out a little after midnight, compared the Covington show. I swear, if their ticket prices are always this cheap, I will always go see Electric Six when they come to town.

I drove Tanner back up to school since it was a Tuesday night, and then I crashed at my house. Mom woke me up before she left so she could see me for a little bit. I smelled and felt like I had smoked an entire pack of cigarettes the night before, and my legs ached so much from all the dancing I did, I wanted to amputate them. I still had a smile on my face, though!

Later that day, I drove down to Lexington. Three and a half hours to my dad’s. It was my first solo road-trip, and my first time seeing the new house after Dad, Cindy, David and Alex moved during the summer before my sophomore year. My trip was long overdue. My brothers were on spring break, so I decided I should come down and hang out with them. I made it there by the early evening on Wednesday.

After dinner, we went to get dessert at a frozen yogurt place called Orange Leaf, which I had never heard of before but was immediately smitten with it. When we were leaving and I was singing the praises of delicious frozen yogurt that I pay for buy the ounce and mix flavors and toppings when my little brother, Alex, said, “If you like it so much, that means you’ll visit more often, right?” Cute kid. The story gets better.

Dad and I took a separate vehicle and went to Half-Price Books. Laugh at me all you want, but I had never been to a Half-Price Books before. I wanted EVERYTHING. Luckily, I kept myself in check. But I still wanted it all. I ended up getting a knitting book (Pretty in Punk), Ender’s Game, Something Wicked This Way Comes, a collection of Rudyard Kipling horror tales, and a live Depeche Mode CD I didn’t have (Songs of Faith and Devotion Live). Heaven.

We came home, and Cindy said that Alex had spent the car ride back creating a plan for me. He said that I could come live with them, since there is a spare bedroom, and I could either work in a school or a library or go to school at University of Kentucky, and then I could spend more time with them.

My eight-year-old brother came up with this. At first I laughed about how cute it was. But later that night, I looked up University of Kentucky; they have a library science program, and were accepting applications. My only problem was that, since my original plan did not include graduate school, I hadn’t taken the GRE, so I will need to take that sometime in the next few months and then apply for next year, as well as apply for a graduate assistantship.

But what matters here is that it is a viable plan, and I’m considering it. It sounds a lot better than anything else I’ve tried to figure out for myself. It will probably be a year or two before this plan comes to fruition, and it will be a greater distance for me and Alex to deal with in our relationship, but I think I’d be happier and stronger for it. I’ve missed a lot of my brothers’ lives, and of my dad’s life. It might be about time for me to change my scenery, anyhow.

I must be having the best week ever. Seriously. On Sunday, I drop my phone in the toilet. Today, I run over a stop sign. Yeah. I’m just full of awesomeness this week.

When the incident happened today, I was close to home and turning. The asphalt was slicker than anticipated, and though I tried to stop, my car just kept going. I watched my car roll over the sign in slow motion. This man saw me assessing the damage, and he helped me get my car off the sign, so bless him. I really appreciated it. I reported the accident, and luckily, the stop sign was just knocked over, not damaged, and my car and body weren’t damaged either, so the sheriff said I didn’t need to file a report, but he took my name and address down just in case. They’ll get the sign up soon, thank goodness. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.

The rest of my week has been nice, actually. I visited Alex on Monday. We saw Easy A (lots of fun!) and had dinner with him and his parents. I got a little lost in the dark and snow on the way home, but I was all right. Just another part of the “new driver experience.” Then yesterday, Mom and I got pedicures and then stopped by her friend Amy’s house and I got to meet Amy and her family; they’re really nice, and I am so jealous of the amount of books they have in their house…

Besides my stupid stop sign incident today, I was watching my mom’s friend Janice’s granddaughter (whew!) Danashee. We hung out for a few hours, I got my replacement phone, we ate lunch at Steak ‘n’ Shake, and  we were going to go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but the next showing wasn’t for another hour. So it was a relaxing day, except for that one incident.

Tomorrow I’m off to Richmond! I’m looking forward to Christmas at my grandparent’s house. Let’s just hope, with my luck, nothing bad happens.

I returned to school today after a week in Atlantic Beach, North Carolina. I spent it with Alex and five of our friends, as I wrote about previously. We discovered and ate Bojangles’ biscuits for the first time, played board games, shopped at Food Lion (we’ve never seen any of those before, either), listened to mix CDs on the car rides (and sang along), visited Fort Macon, ate cheesecake and leftover Bojangles’ fried chicken for breakfast (though not the same morning), slept until noon most days, collected seashells, sank our toes into the sand, watched the sunsets…

… went to the aquarium and saw all sorts of neat things – I loved the jellyfish…

… flew kites on the beach (coincidentally, #50 on my list!)…

… and most of all, escaped. We (or at least, most of us) ditched our laptops, turned off our alarms, breathed fresh air, connected with nature and with ourselves, and relaxed. I feel like I bonded with everyone a bit better, and even if we were together all week, there was no agitation or arguing. We forgot about homework, stress, and the pressures we deal with constantly –  no tears, no anxiety.

We were completely and utterly happy. I loved it.

I did not intend to wait so long to update, but it just happened that way. Honestly, the past two weeks have been full of work, work, work, but now I’m finally out of the dungeon of Bracken Library and I have about two or three weeks of summer to enjoy. Now, let’s see, what have I been up to?

Saturday, the 11th, Alex and I had a date night. We usually do things together on Saturday evenings, but it had been a while since we had done an actual ‘date’. I wore a pretty blue new halter top and new jeans, and instead of our normal dinner-out fare, we went to Thai Smile, which is, as the name suggests, is a Thai restaurant. I have only ever been to one other Thai restaurant before (which I love), so I wanted to try this one. It looks seedy on the outside, and it is right next to a Family Video and a gas station, but the food was delicious! I had panang curry with chicken, and I do believe I fell in love with the dish. We had plenty of leftovers, and they brought us fresh rice to take home and a microwavable container for my curry – so awesome.

After dinner, Alex suggested doing our “Cats and Custard” routine, but we were both too full to do it right after dinner. We ended up at the mall, where we only went to the bookstore. Alex found a book, and I did too – they had a copy of David Sedaris’s Holidays on Ice on sale, and since I only had Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, I didn’t see a problem with picking it up.

Alex and I did “Cats and Custard,” and we saw the goofiest-looking cat named “Foofie,” and the combination made me laugh loudly in the middle of Petsmart, and, on remembering the cat a few days later, made me laugh so hard I cried and couldn’t breathe. In all seriousness however, if I was not a college student living in the dorms and I could have a pet, I would definitely adopt a cat, even if it were the weirdest-looking cat in the store.

We returned to Alex’s room and watched Valkyrie, which I had reserved at the library for the weekend. It was all right. The history was interesting, but you know, Hitler and Nazi Germany isn’t the most uplifting topic for a film.

We had a lovely night, and I stayed over. Sunday, I finished reading The Jungle, Lemmy’s dad came to visit and I watched his dog, “Star,” while they went to lunch. I watched some Sliders, and later Greg came over. I stayed the night with Alex, and worked in the morning on Monday.

Monday night was frustrating. I was working on my latest knitting project, a cowl with a heart-lace pattern, when I heard a snap. My size eight interchangeable needles broke. The screw attaching them to the cable broke inside the needles. I wanted to cry about that, and then I could not sleep. I went to work on Tuesday, and as soon as I got out of work, I went to Hobby Lobby. I found replacement needles, but I could not find a replacement cable – they had all the other sizes but the fourteen-inch ones (as I found out when I had to return one of the cables on Wednesday). I also found some point protectors, which are useful because I travel with my knitting projects, usually.

I got back to campus and read Catch-22 for an hour, and then I had dinner with Austin, Katie, and one of Austin’s friends and her sister at Greeks. It had been a while since I had been there, but the pizza was as good as usual.

As I mentioned before, I had to make a second trip to Hobby Lobby on Wednesday, but I did not buy anything. I came back to the house and finished Catch-22, which I thought was a rather awful book.

On Friday, Alex went home for the night, and on Saturday, I switched shifts with Tehillah and worked from noon to 6:30. I had a lunch break around 2:15 and I walked down to the MT Cup and had a blueberry bagel and a vanilla spiced chai. The weather was unusually cool for July, as it has been, so the chai was nice to have. It was odd working two extra hours, but I made more money and Destiny is nice to work with. We weren’t really that busy, anyway.

Alex came back, and I went to his place after work. He brought dinner from his favorite Chinese place, Yen Ching, since he kept telling me he would have to introduce me to it sometime. We had Princess Chicken and it was nice and spicy. We watched The Tudors and cuddled, and around 11:00, a craving hit me. I have a horrible sweet tooth, as some may or may not realize, and all of a sudden, I wanted a milkshake. So, Alex and I went to Steak ‘N’ Shake and had milkshakes!

Sunday, I went back to the house and watched Sliders and finished reading Slaughter-House Five. It was my first taste of Vonnegut, and I found that I liked it. I walked to the library after dinner, and I picked out books to fulfill the rest of my summer reading – eight books, and they wouldn’t be due until the day after I move back in at Ball State. My bag was huge and heavy, and though I knitted it strongly, I was afraid it would break. I called Alex to see if I could come visit. He said I could, and when I showed up with my bag, he asked me if I wanted him to drive me back home. I said yes, without a doubt. Greg left the house, and though we did not talk much during his visit, it was good to see him, and I know he had a good time. Later, Lemmy and I watched Love Actually, as he wanted me to bring it up, and we finally had time to watch it together, and it was fun.

Monday’s day of work was terrible. I could not get out of there fast enough. I sat in the house, reading, when I received a text from Austin. He was bored and wanted to hang out, and he came over. Camilla owns Enchanted, I had never seen it, and so we watched that. Dom and Adam came back to the house towards the beginning of the movie, and even though they were making fun of it at first, they watched the whole thing with us. Camilla came home and couldn’t believe we hadn’t seen it, although I think she was more amused that of the four people watching Enchanted, only one of them was female. After it was over, we watched The Lion King, and we could remember the songs and how awesome it was when we were kids, and lamented about how Disney does not make good hand-drawn movies anymore. Also, while we were watching movies, I finished my kusudama flower ball, and for just being yellow copy paper, glue, and ribbon, it looks so pretty! I can’t wait to hang it in my room.

I had another sucky day of work on Tuesday, but I finished reading A Brief History of Time and I went over to Alex’s room and we finally finished the first season of The Tudors. That made me feel better.

Work on Wednesday wasn’t bad. We celebrated Abdalla’s birthday, which was actually on Sunday, and I got out of work and my mom was already up in Muncie. We went to Pendleton for my last time home until next Sunday, and it was nice. I did laundry and baked peach cookies (which don’t actually taste like peaches, unfortunately), reading Walden between baking each sheet of cookies. I didn’t get into bed until 2:00, but I slept deeply.

Thursday was good. I got a haircut, since the Muncie water did some extreme damage to my hair. I’d really wish my hair was longer, but I told Heather to cut off all the damaged hair, and that was about three inches worth. Now, my hair is chin length, and it’s weird, but at least it dries quickly. We did a little shopping (only because of free promotions and coupons, though), and I got a new mattress pad, laundry hamper, cutting board, and square silicon baking pan.

At home, I also watched the rest of Harpers Island and played Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations. Mom and I went to Target, where I was able to find a pair of plain black flip-flops to replace my old ones. Mind you, the old ones I had were about four or five years old and were worn so thin I could feel every rock I stepped on as I walked down the street, so I was excited to get the new ones.

On the way back to Muncie, I finished the Phoenix Wright game – after about four months after I started it. Yeah, I know. Lame.

I got back to the house and found that I couldn’t open the kitchen door because David was sitting there. It was poker night, and I hadn’t known. I really didn’t want to ask Alex if I could stay the night, as I knew he had finals in the morning, but I had to work at 7:00. I called him, and he told me, “I want to say no, but I know you have to sleep.” What a sweet boyfriend. I owe him for this instance. It really helped me out.

Work went well on Friday, and I ate lunch at the house and had a really good conversation with Lemmy. I went to Jo-Ann Fabrics to find a simple skirt pattern, but nothing satisfied me. Alex called me, and he picked me up from there. We went to the house and hung out, and then we went to dinner at Scotty’s with David, Juli, and Mike. We went to Mike’s apartment and watched movies. It was fun. I felt sad that we didn’t do it more often.

Alex took me back to the house, and we had to say goodbye. I know breaks are necessary, but it is strange for me. We have seen each other almost every day this summer, and before that, every day during the school year. I cannot remember the last time we have gone a week without seeing each other. This summer has been so different from last summer, when I was in Alabama for two months and it was difficult.. It was just strange to say goodbye.

Work on Saturday went well. I finished Walden and began The Fountainhead. After my shift, Grandma and Grandpa picked me up and we picked up my belongings from the house and said goodbye to Lemmy. It was sad. I had lunch with my grandparents, and then we left Muncie.

We arrived in Richmond around 3:00, and an hour later, Dad, Cindy, David, and Alex showed up. I think I talked everyone’s ears off. Aunt Jeanne came over, and we all went to dinner at Applebees for dinner. Except for some behavior problems with my brothers, I would say it was a good night.

I called Alex to see how moving out of Shively went and how he liked being home, and then I went to bed and slept soundly. Dad woke me up around 8:00, I had a shower, and I had breakfast. Grandma made pigs-in-a-blanket and scrambled eggs. It was so nice to have a big breakfast and not run off to work afterwards (although I don’t usually work on Sundays). We left a little after 9:30 and arrived at Dad and Cindy’s apartment around 12:30. It is small, but it is only temporary. They will have the new house in a week or so. Unfortunately, there is still the fact that it is small, and while I am visiting, I will be sleeping in the bottom bunk in my brothers’ room. Alex (my youngest brother – not my boyfriend) is on the top bunk, and David is on the floor. I do believe it will be a most interesting visit…