Time: 11:37a
What I would like more than anything in the world at the moment: a kiwi
It was with the usual frenzy (plus some) that this school year came to an end. On top of finishing classes, passing finals, saying goodbye to those graduating and moving on, organizing to get on a plane the day the university closed, and getting all 150 of our buildings residents moved out by 12 noon on May 12th so they could begin demolishing the building as RAs scrambled to get out, the time has flown and I am not quite sure what has happened over the last two weeks! It was during the rush of checkouts that I found myself reflecting on dorms, and college as a whole. We all create lives for ourselves at this place, away from our homes and families, and the building, as much as we complain that it looks like a jail, becomes our safe bases for eight months of the year. And then we are expected to move out for the summer and be done. I only lived in Bullock for a semester, but it became home in that time. And I must admit it was with sadness that I watched workers whip in and scrawl "DEMO" all over the walls and begin to remove furniture and windows. But enough about that!
I got home Wednesday afternoon, had my usual pre-flight panic attack, and then got Micha and myself out the door with minimal trouble. We arrived at the airport, made our way through security, eat a sandwich, and boarded the plane. We flew to London on a HUGE plane which had all sorts of fancy sections (first class and then a section with interesting seating arrangements... i forget what it was really called but in my brain I called it the "party section"). We even got mini toothbrushes and socks in economy... if that doesn't say class, I honestly don't know what does! I sat down and fell asleep, missing the movies, dinner, and breakfast (luckily Micha was up for breakfast so saved me some!). We arrived at London Heathrow, I ate an egg and cress sandwich (if you read this blog last summer, you can probably imagine how much joy this sandwich brought me!!) and drank orange juice with "juicy bits" (haha oh the Brits...).
Our mum and dad picked us up from the airport and we headed for Cesenatico, where the Pirquet family reunion is being held. So far we've eaten good food and met too many people to remember how they are all related to me, but I'm told they are, so until I can sit down and draw a family tree, I guess I'll just have to trust them that they held me when I was a baby and that they can't stand how tall I've gotten.
As far as I can tell, the next few days will be full of sight seeing, eating together, and seeing people I haven't seen in ten years... hopefully at the next reunion I'll remember them! But then again this is my family, so I'm not sure that anyone really knows what is going on :)
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Bravo for families, especially big one. I so remember the first time I went to one of Ellen's family reunions -- I was the only new one there (other than the new babies) that didn't know anyone. And there were about 80 people there. Ellen's mother has/had 81 first cousins!!! Happy to see you've arrived and are having fun. Don't forget to FB your adventures.
ReplyDeleteSo wish I could be there with my DH & kidlets. Not in the cards this time. My brothers, Simon and Oliver and my father, John and his wife Lyn are there representin'. Big bussis to all the cousins, Aunties & Uncles, have a terrific time, post lots of stories and pics and I'll live vicariously - THANK YOU! - N.A.P.
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