As of today all of my family is back home safely in Texas! Whew...it was kind of a weird feeling with my Dad all the way in Montana and Sambo in New York. It was real weird...but alas everyone has returned and all is well in the world. Except for this weather. Have a mentioned how much I hate the cold? I think what I really hate is wind, I really hate cold wind. It is truly the worst. So stay bundled and away from the wind my friends!
As a college student I walk...EVERYWHERE. Ok well not everywhere but I take the bus to campus and from there I walk to all my classes and in Texas there are very few days where the weather is great to walk in. It is either freezing or burning hot. Oh Texas, where art thou spring weather? I do enjoy walking though. Especially when I'm alone, its nice to be alone with your thoughts that's where I do most of my talking to my mom nowadays.
Memory #15
I remember the first house I ever lived in. The house that my brother and I were born into, the house with my playground in the backyard with the slide where I broke my arm. Where I stomped around in my tap shoes with my cousin and most importantly the home I came back to after school for two years. My house was pretty close to the elementary school I attended and yet my mom picked me and dropped me off at school every day (Actually I think my dad took me to school....Not completely sure). Everyday though, on my way to school, I would glance out and see all the 'cool' kids walking.
I longed so much to be like those kids, wouldn't I be so much cooler if I could walk to and from school? I remember bringing it up to my mom one day after school and I distinctly remember not getting the answer I wanted. So another year went by and I was stuck being chauffeured by my parents. Oh woe is me! (I so wouldn't mind getting rides to and from class now haha!) I think sometime during first grade my mom finally caved just a tiny bit. I couldn't walk to school but now after school I could walk to the park (which was a little ways from the school) and then my mom would meet me there and walk all the way back home with me. I was ecstatic. I remember feeling like such a big kid. Even though I had to walk most of the way with my mom, I felt like a cool kid.
I remember loving those walks, they were kind of like a nice relaxed mommy & me time. If I had access to my photo boxes from home I would totally include some cute pictures of my mom and I from when I younger but alas I won't be going home until the end of February! I promise there will be more pictures soon!
Love always,
Erin
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