I’m going to keep this pretty short, as I only have a few pictures to go up anyway. I got through TSA checkpoint (and for definitely the first time in my life) no one went through my bag though I have everything ever with me. The initial worry of AirTran making me buy a return ticket has passed for the moment, though I asked the front desk guy and he said they could still make me when I depart from San Antonio to Mexico City. I’m not going to ask anymore, for newfound fear of possibly reminding someone that that, oh, yes sir, you DO need a return ticket.

I always like to work backwards with these things, makes the writing easier? The past two months following my internship at the American Horticultural Society (written about here) have been spent very enjoyably at the original home nest in Tampa, FL, with old timers momma Keyne and papa Rupert. It had been about ten years to the month since I left. In fact, sometime around ten years ago this week I moved out of that nest into Gainesville, FL, to start college. I know a lot of my friends’ college semesters start later today.

I didn’t run as much as I wanted but that’s ok. Rupert and I did a fair amount of cooking and mum and I walked a bunch. I spent almost everyday at the library (I never work well at home, where ever that may be) either planning stuff out for this trip or working on this dumb blog. Though I am really pleased with how it turned out, so time well spent. I also didn’t really practice my Spanish as much as I wanted, which is another oh well. There were a few things I did want to get done before I left and that did happen: I got this blog looking perfect (to my standards), researched just about everything I could to prepare for months and months of living out of a bookbag and hung out with my parents a lot. Though I’ve been in pretty consistent denial most of my life, your family is your best friends if you didn’t already know that. This final trip back to Tampa marked the last time I will make any effort to get ahold of old friends. I got so many flake-outs and non-returned texts this time back home…I guess I just don’t have too much in common with people of old anymore. Oh well, got mah family.

That’s it for now! I sit here at Tampa International now and wonder what exactly will happen over the next few hours, but I’m sure all the worries will turn out to be naught.

I’ll leave you with a picture of Mum’s 58th b-day shrimp boil from the start of August.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More to come…