A Sticky Note

I'm going to start by saying this... you don't know how many times I typed, erased, type, erased more, type, delete entire sentence. Mainly because I didn't know how I should start this posting. But it looks like I have now (note to self- definitely going to have to improve my introductions). This entire blogging concept is overwhelming to me. Don't get me wrong, I haven't ignored this blog the past week. In fact, it's been running through my mind every day, every hour, sometimes twice an hour. With so many thoughts about the blog, why haven't I just posted something? Funny you ask because I was wondering the same. 

Yes, it has something to do with the fact that my ideas and thoughts are twisted in the shape of a pretzel in my head. Wheew, step one...tackled. I've been having tidbits of information pass through my head that would be more than amazing to write about in my blog, but my lack of transforming these ideas into words, sentences, and paragraphs has dominated the process. Wheeww, step two...complete [surprising to see I did write a sentence about the lack of being able to write a sentence...you follow me?] So, what has been going on? [this is where i'll let my brain wander, cut me some slack...it is only my second blog].

My weekend consisted of 5+ hours in a car, 6+ hours in a volleyball gym, and 30+ hours sleeping. Sounds fun, right? Of course, being it's giving me inspiration for writing the second portion of this blog.

It's always so wonderful being back home [usually...for the most part. Ok, my mom might read this one day, so always!] But this time it was especially wonderful. A funny part of life is that you don't realize you are homesick until you actually go home and don't feel 'sick'. Then you finally put the two and two together that the past 3 days spent looking through all the photo albums of family vacations and school events on your computer weren't just because you were bored. It was because you were homesick.
I was homesick for my parents warm loving embrace and good home-cooked food. [Sidenote on the home-cooked meal: we had meatloaf. we've never had meatloaf for dinner in my 18 years of existence. A clear sign my mother is showing signs of aging.] But, my mother is showing greater signs of love. After having been through a long boyfriend breakup ordeal, she was there for me, she knew what to say, and she knew what to do [a motion involving a finger...i'll refrain from saying which particular one]. Thank you mom! I take back the comment about the aging- but it's okay, you've probably forgotten already :) [I'll write it on a sticky note next time]. So, that's the family part.

The volleyball part will just have to wait. It will make it that much more exciting to tell [mainly just because it might take me another 6 days to actually spit the words out]. You can hold that to me.