The airport is like my third home

I am currently waiting for my flight from the Seattle/Tacoma airport to the Long Beach airport to board. Just 10 more minutes left.

I have flown many, many times before, but this was the first time I actually felt prepared. I have learned to perfect packing my bags and figuring out my bus schedule, so that I time it that I arrive at the airport an hour before my flight boards. I have learned that checking a bag is unnecessary most of the time (and it costs money and I spend all of that on other things, like food and clothes). I didn't worry about a thing this time.

I think that me not being worried about a thing like traveling and feeling responsible is a good sign that I am capable of growing up. Turning 20 doesn't seem so scary anymore. It's just another year.

On another note, I am excited to go home. So excited. And I am tired. I would try to crawl under the bench I am sitting on and try to go to sleep, but gate A10 (I am pretty familiar with this gate) and I aren't that close yet. I mean we have only been on probably about 5 dates. Maybe next time I will, but I don't know what protocol is on things like this.

Update: Well, I just saw two people making out at my gate. And a little girl is putting chapstick on, but she wound it up so high that the whole stick was outside of it's plastic container. I thought that was really cute. The little girl and her chapstick. Not the couple making out. That's gross.

Yes, I am fully aware that it is 2 am, but I am not tired.

I am not tired, and this is a picture of my family.

It also happens to be a perfect depiction of our family dynamic.

My mother is on the left and she is cleaning me up. That's how it always is. She always thinks I am a mess. Which I am. There is a running joke in my family that I dress like a homeless person. Except it's not a joke. I dress like a homeless person. And my mom is always trying to clean me up. I try to stick with her efforts, but I am lazy. But I am so happy she tries so hard. It means a lot to me.

My older sister, Ashley, is in the center. We all look up to her a lot. We don't see her very often because she is all grown-up and on her own. Because she is all on her own and we don't see her very often, she's always kind of along for the ride.

My little sister, Chelsea, and my father are on the left. They are like two peas in a pod. They have the exact same sense of humor, and they look a lot alike. They are always off causing mischief and burping or whatever they do.

Sorry this one isn't so exciting. I was trying to fall asleep and feeling nostalgic because I get to see all of them this weekend to celebrate Easter and my twentieth birthday. And I just had an urge to post something.

I'll post something more entertaining later this week.