Meet the Parents

Over the weekend, I took the boyfriend home to meet my family. I know what you're thinking--that it's some huge and serious step, but not really. Everyone makes such a big deal over these things. We left Saturday morning and because of my lack of direction, ended up taking the long way home. There was a detour off the highway that I missed and we almost ended in MI. Luckily I'm skilled at reading a map, so I was able to navigate us through Indiana. I saw more of Indy than I ever wanted to see including a sign that said, "Stop Puppy Mills." I gasped in horror when I saw that. What the hell is a puppy mill?? Are they churning puppies into meat and selling it to the local McD's? The word "mill" conotates a lot of things. Mill means to mass produce something, so I suppose it could mean breeding puppies, but it could also mean destroying puppies Cruella De Ville style. Either way, I wanted out of Indy as soon as possible. And when we got to the OH/Indy border, there's a huge RV complex called Tom Raper. Yes, that's his name. I don't think I'd want to buy a RV from someone who might molest me in the back of one. Um, yeah.

So, we got to OH in the evening and everything was fine. The boyfriend got along with my family and they seemed to like him, too. My 13 year old nephew is growing up so fast. He's quickly becoming a man. He also for some reason loves bling. I can't understand why a white, rich 13 year old suburban kid loves bling. He even has a gold encased cell phone. I kinda like his phone, though. My mom thinks the boyfriend is too sophisticated for me. I'm not exactly sure what she means, but he probably is a little more cultured and worldly than me especially since I have serious food issues. I refuse to try anything weird or anything new. I know I should, but I'm stubborn like that. I know what I do and do not like and that's that. Anyway, it was nice to go home. I hadn't been home in months and I really need to find the time to go home more often and stay longer. I just feel like this summer has been crazy and there has been a lot going on. Last night I deleted 663 text messages that I'd accrued since the end of May. I was baffled. Do people really text me that much? I feel it's also been hard to fit all of my social obligations in, too. It seems when my friends are available I'm not and vice versa. There's just not enough time to fit everything in and that frustrates me. So much to do, so little time. I'm working on it, though.

So, I think I found a place to live. Thursday I took the day off to look at places to no avail. But Thursday night I found a place. I'm moving back close to the area I used to live. The place is small but the rent is dirt cheap and I can live there month-month and my roommate isn't around a lot. There isn't 0n-site laundry, which will be a bit of a pain, and the train station isn't exactly close (except if I start taking Metra), and the mail just gets thrown through a slot (I might get a P.O box), but other than that, I think it's doable. So now I have to once again move all my crap this week. It'll be nice to finally have a place for a while in an area close to everyone else. I'm ready to live the hi-rise. I also need to deal with my car. I have to transfer the title to IL and get IL plates and IL car insurance. Fun. I still need to get the damn thing fixed. Sometimes I wish I could just sell it and be done with it.

Tonight we have our last regular Saucony game. Honestly, I'm glad it's almost over. One less obligation I have to deal with. And I'm moving this week. And my friend is moving to Nashville this weekend, so I wonder if that'll entail any crazy goodbye festivities. And then it's Labor Day weekend. Once I get a little more settled, I need to start focusing on some long term plans, trying to freelance more, and figure out a way to travel the world. And to become independently wealthy.