
Just got back from the home front. I cannot stress enough how much I love Oregon.
I love my family.
Even though the first 24 hours of the trip consisted entirely of mocking me for my supposed inability to commit to anything for a long period of time, whether it be a relationship, dessert preferences, a favourite color, or hobbies.
And my trying desperately (don't know why I bothered) to convince my parents I'm becoming quite the mature adult.
Nothing has been able to prevent me being seen as the baby of the family--even having another baby around did nothing for me.
I could go on for ages and ages about how amazing my family is. And I have on numerous occasions on this very blog.
But I'm actually going to have to do a real update later, I'm more tired than I thought.
For now, some stats:
gained:
one orange Dodge Neon!!
coke glass bottles I had bought last time I was home and left there
one thrift store shirt
one pet polar bear
sand in everything i own
inspiration
etc.
lost:
beehive nationals cap
healthy eating pattern
And I'm convinced I get more calls to do stuff when I'm out of town then I ever do while in town.
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