Homeward Bound

Easter Weekend was more than great. I watched Homeward Bound with my niece and nephew, watched Slumdog Millionaire with Jesse, ate good food, and drank my aunt's expensive "Passover Wine." She's not Jewish but she celebrates Passover nonetheless; I think it's because she loves having reasons to party! Haha!

Although I could write a heck of a good post about Disney's 1993 film about 2 pups and a kitty lost in the wilderness on a journey to find their owners, I'd rather write about my journey back to Houston. On Thursday morning, I woke up early to begin packing my car up for the long drive home from Waco. Instead of my usual duffel bag, I packed up my entire walk-in closet at the apartment. I have so much clothes that I don't wear, so it really doesn't matter if I take it back home 5 weeks before I'm set to move back for good. I also packed ALL of my shoes (well, minus the staple black pumps and my 345,242 pairs of tennis shoes) and my winter wardrobe.

On the drive home I thought about what a pain it was going to be to unpack and how I wouldn't have anyone to stand at my doorway and talk to me while I sorted my life out. Usually, when I pack for a long weekend with Jesse or a trip to D.C., Liz stands around my doorway and keeps me company (aka talks out every possible outfit with me) while I pack and pile clothes on my bed. Who will I have in Houston? My dad. I will be living with my dad since for the first time since my parents divorced in 1993. (Wow, looks like 1993 is an ongoing theme here.) I've lived with my dad for a few weeks every summer and winter break since then, but not for a long period of time. My bedroom at my dad's is still decorated the same as when he bought the house eight years ago - my prized collectible Barbie's on the top shelf of my closet, my Barbie dream house at the foot my bed, and pictures of April and me at our 8th grade "Winter Ball". Not only do I have a lot of unpacking to do, now I'm realizing my room is in dire need of an extreme home makeover!

Living with my dad won't be half as bad as I'm expecting, I'm sure. Yeah I'll be a little lonely because he's never home, I won't have anyone to curl up in the living room with every night to watch my shows with, but I bet I could convince my dad to do it! Haha! The only bad thing is seeing as I have never lived with him, he'll probably want to instill a curfew on me. I rarely stay out past midnight so it's really not that big of a deal but he's extremely over protective and is not used to me staying out late. My mom, on the other hand, could care less about what time I get home as long as I'm safe; but living with her throughout law school would be hell.

So I will be dealing with loneliness, boredom, intense work load at school, Houston traffic, humidity, and a curfew at twenty-two. Awesome.

Despite all of this, there are so many things I am looking forward to in Houston. Exhibits at the Museum of Natural Science, Astros and Rockets games, shopping in the Galleria, going to classy wine bars, and being close to my family are a few perks of being back in the city. I'm really excited about going to The Tasting Room. There's one in Midtown, Uptown Park, and River Oaks.

I'm getting closer to my life after Baylor...