Home Again, Safe at Last
My vacation was lovely. It was the actually getting home that nearly killed me. The bastards at Hartsfield-Jackson decided they weren't going to let my flight leave West Virginia, so yours truly was stuck in the world's most rinky-dink airport for an hour and a half. Then I was flying a connector plane so it was basically one of those thing where the passengers needed to pedal so the damn thing would stay in the air. Stupid shaky small plane. I finally get in and spend an hour on Marta. That actually wasn't too bad b/c I had my Discman (90s flashback, I know--can't afford the iPod yet) and "Wild at Heart" which I was reading in preparation for dinner with my parents to discuss my lifestyle and the wrong choices I am making. Dinner last night just confirmed that while my Dad probably loves me as best he can, the man is emotionally retarded and it just made me angry and I told him I was tired of being treated like the Mrs. Rochester of that family. Y'all would have been proud of me for standing up for myself. Anyway, I'm headed back up to Athens and should be back by about 2 but I just barely have time to unpack before Jaclyn and I go measure and photograph our new apartment. Then tonight is vacation bible school at New Covenant, so I'm going to chill with the little kids for awhile. Fun, fun, fun. By the way, it's Jaclyn's birthday today, so if you know her, wish a happy one...