SoCal!
Obviously, I am back in the greater Los Angeles area. My flight arrived late last night (11:10 PM). It was pretty exciting. Aside from Super Shuttle canceling picking me up (not like they wanted to call me to inform me, but rather, I had to call them for them to figure out that Oh, right, they don't want to take me to the airport after all).
Luckily, though, I was able to hail a cab and get my bad self to JFK. Unfortunately, there was terrible traffic (I wonder why I moved from very bad trafficy area in the West Coast to the very bad trafficy area in the East Coast). So, the taxi driver took alllll local routes to the airport. Crazy, isn't it?
The flight was good, I got a lot of sleep in. Tried to read some Marquez, but decided that that was against my best interest. I was zoning out.
Anyway, that's not what I need to talk about here.
It's always the most wonderful time to go home from the holidays. I remember the first time I came home for Thanksgiving break. As I was coming down the escalator, there I saw my parents in the small crowd on the first floor waving to me. I happily waved back.
The drive home was pleasant, and home was different. They'd remodeled our bathrooms, and lo and behold, they bought Oreos and ice cream for me. My mom cooked me up some instant ramen noodles, and it was just dreamy.
Parents always treat you the best when you're back from a college 3000 miles away from home.
Remember that, and put that into consideration. Ha.
Now though, it's strange to be a visitor in your own home. I'm only in here for a few weeks/a month at a time. I never have the opportunity to unpack all of my luggage. It's being a visitor here, but I wonder in the future how much shorter my visits will be. I know that there comes a time in our lives when we will permanently move out of our homes and go out into (dramatic drum roll) the real world.
It seems that now I have two homes: one in New York, but it's not a permanent place. And one in Los Angeles, but I'm not living here for most of the year. It's scary that someday I will have to pick and choose where I'd like to stay for a long chunk of time. I know I won't have enough money first starting out to have a place of my own in both locations.
The real world awaits us all: to get a place of our own. To get a career. To...do...real things. It boggles me that my birthday is approaching, and I'm almost a year older than Valerie. In just ten years. TEN years people will be approaching me:
"Oh, Jessica, what's your career?"
"Jessica, are you married?"
"Do you have any children?"
Gaaaah! Please stop with these questions! I can't take it! 10 years is mind-boggling! Ten years...is terribly far away, actually.
Take my advice, and the advice of a dear friend of mine: let's just live in the present, eh? I've spent too much time worrying about the future, when there's really not much I can do about it. We'll see how the route is molded for me as I continue on with this thing called "education."
"Education" and um, something else. I don't know. That's...not good, is it?
Go get an American Girl doll!