As i had mentioned in my last post i had been feeling kinda home sick being my third month in college. So i had taken it upon myself to some how find my way back to what i thought would be home. I had talked my sister into purchasing a flight home for me for the first weekend in November. Excited as can be i started my trip off with a 5 hour road trip to San Franciso with my close friends Kelsey, Maggie, Kimmy, and her boyfriend Aidian. With the car packed and ready there was no hesitation to get on the road and make our way to SF. Although im not a Big SF Giants fan i give them a shout out for winning the world series against the Texas Rangers. While five hours of un comfortable positioning and awkward sleep never seemed to go by so slow we arrived right on time in San Franciso. Giving us plenty of time to drop off Aidian and Kimmy at there houses' and me to the airport. As soon as i hit the airport my nerves started getting to the best of me. Why? you may ask. See i have never flown alone and checking in and getting situated by myself seemed so nerve wrecking. Never the less i figured out how to check my bag in go through security which almost didn't let me go and then make it on to my plane. After all was assured and i was situated I buckled up and prepared for my arrival in southern California. The Plane ride was as smooth as butter and couldn't of gone better so when i departed off the plane there was no question that a pearly white smile was present and you could see miles away. I was home. Following the other restless passengers to baggage claim i re united with a huge bear hug from my best friend and a hug from my sister. After talking for a few minutes while waiting for my bags to arrive i noticed the first big change in many changes to come. The weather was beautiful it was a nice 80 degrees at 10pm. You would never be able to find that in Humboldt. Grabbing my bags my best friend,sister and i headed towards the car which was also new. Recently my sister had gotten in to a very serious car accident and her car was in the shop so i placed my bag in the rental and hoped in and head "home". Although three months seem like such a small amount of time a lot had changed. As i showed up to my house i realized this wasn't my house at all. The house i used to call home was now being put up for sale and my mom had moved in a cute affordable apartment with 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms. Arriving home was nothing i would have expected i was greet by mom and couldn't wait to see my little brother which sadly enough was asleep. After i unpacked my stuff i made up the couch which was now my new bed after the move my brother inherited mine and i was moved to my new location the couch. Along with many other changes i gained a new friend along this trip to this now foreign place i called home. My new friend's name is Mila she is our family's pet rat. She is really adorable and although she is mildy skittish at times she reminds me alot of our other rat Gracie we had die before i left to college. After a crazy first night back in southern california it was time for some shut eye. I woke up to a snuggling little brother giving me a huge hug. Being the "chef boyardee" in family my brother didn't hesitate to ask if i wanted breakfast and made me a BLT if that wasn't the best way to start my day.
