Jeff gave me a ride to the airport. Angie and Hana waved bye to me as we drove down the driveway and I wondered if Hana though I would be right back. I had a sore throat but was otherwise fine. My flight was non stop and I sat next to a couple with a six month old. He was cute and well behaved on the flight. I watched the Princess Bride on my laptop.
Since I was getting a rental car, I knew not to expect anyone but I kept an eye out anyway. There's something about being in your home town airport that fills you with a sense of pride. Don't ask me why. I got my suitcase and rental car and headed to Katie's house. Brad texted me while en route so I knew they were all expecting me. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, arrived at Katie's house, walked in the door, and the house was empty!
Okay, technically I was greeted by the cat, Shelby. I called out but no one answered. Then I looked in the backyard and found my dad and Brad. I gave them hugs and found out my mom and sisters went shopping for Brayden's party.
About an hour later they got back and we all congregated in the living room talking about the birthday party and what not. I don't know how we got on the subject of food but Mom looked at me and said, "Is there anything you won't eat?" Ouch! Slammed by my mom in less than twenty minutes. After a minute she tried to clarify that she meant I am not a picky eater, that I am always trying new foods. I just thought back to my childhood crying over the veggies on my plate and the time Mom made chipped beef but served it with rice instead of toast and I refused to eat it. Maybe she was thinking of sushi but I didn't exactly believe her.
Then came the criticism. Your nails are too short. Your hair's too short. Your feet are dirty (my feet are rough from wearing flip flops in Phoenix). $10,000 isn't enough money for a down payment on a house. What about money for furniture? Even if you find a house with a rental suite, you may still need to rent out your other bedrooms to support yourself. Nag, nag, nag. Can I go to my hotel now?
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