Last Weekends.

I had a great night. I spent tonight with my mom. We made pizza and then watched “Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs” and compared it to the book. Which, by the way is drastically different and doesn’t compare.

I know in a few weeks I wont be able to just “come home,” because this home wont be here. My parent’s house became under contract after 4 days on the market, its amazing really. While I was expecting to have months with my mom still in the area, I now have weeks. I don’t think its hit me quite yet. My family has lived here for 10 years, the longest we’ve lived anywhere. It seems a little unreal that my parents wont be living here and that their new house in Omaha will be a place that I will have never lived.

I’ll be coming home next weekend and then two weekends after that I will be driving with Mom to Omaha. And then coming back to Virginia, alone.

Snow Storm Take Two

I love  toaster waffles. Toasted crisp and then smeared with crunch peanut butter, its my favorite breakfast. Actually no, I take that back my favorite breakfast is Eggs Benedict. Absolutely my favorite, but since I don’t eat that on a regular basis toaster waffles come in a close second. Or third, I haven’t really listed my favorite breakfast foods.

Since becoming sick I’ve amped up my vitamin intake. That is to say I’ve made it a point to remember to take my vitamins. Perhaps if I had been taking them I wouldn’t have gotten sick. Something makes me sick about swallowing 5 pills a day, big pills too.  Ugh.

Outside the snow is swirling. It has become a magical snow storm with the wind blowing the snow flakes about. This is not the soft, slow and lovely snow fall of last week. I scraped off my porch rail before the snow really got going so I could measure the fall but with all the wind I can’t tell. I’m kind of disappointed about it because I’ve heard many different reports about the snow fall. One report was 3-4 inches and then the last report was 12-20 inches! I am so grateful that through out all these storms that I’ve never lost power.

The snow has caused my Mom’s flight back to Virginia on Monday to be canceled and rescheduled for today, but by the looks of it I doubt she’ll fly in today either. My parents have bought a house in Nebraska, and the one here in Virginia is looking to be officially sold by March.

I will be returning home this weekend for a fun and festive  Mardi Gras ball with some great friends. Assuming it doesn’t get snowed out. I’m glad I sent my valentines out monday.

Snowed in!

I love snow. It makes me extraordinarily happy, even happier than warm clean laundry. Something about the peaceful, deafness of the snow falling. How it makes everyone become extremely cautious and careful. It also makes people stay in, instead of going out. Which is something I’m a fan of.

This whole weekend I was miserably sick with a cold. I was glad that at least I was able to rest and just stay indoors the whole time like everyone else, so I didn’t feel to awful. I am not please with the green goobers that have taken up residence in my nose and throat. I am feeling LOADS better today. I hope some nice neighbor shovels out my car. I’m not sure how I’m going to do it.. I lack shovel and other basic snow scooping items.

My parents are getting even closer to officially moving away forever. They’ve had a few offers on the house already, after it being on the market only a week!! That is just amazing and unthinkable. I’m glad that everything is moving smoothly and quickly for them but at the same time I was hoping for a few more months with my Mom around.

UPDATE! Meg and I shoveled out our cars! Here are the pictures to prove it.

Me, trying to climb over the mountain of snow, it was up to my thigh.. I climbed down and walked around.

Meg’s car half way cleared off

My poor car. This is the before shot, it is now officially cleared off.

My Parents leave tomorrow for Omaha. Mom will return in a week  and stay till the house sells. I’m pretty bummed that I wasn’t able to stay home long enough to say goodbye to my Dad.  I won’t see him again until my Brother’s wedding in May. So crazy. I’m not going to lie, I definitely cried for a little bit while driving back to my apartment in Fairfax.

I’ve always been sad when my family has left a town we’ve lived in, but what happens when your family leaves you?

The Things I Forget

I’ve been coming home to help my parents out for a few weeks now and every time I come I always forget something. I pack the silly things, but not the necessities. Lately I’ve been forgetting my ipod touch charger, so it would die halfway through my stay. This trip I remembered the charger and forgot the ipod. Other times I forget my hairbrush or tooth paste, but remember to pack nice, “going out” clothes when I never leave the house. Sometimes plans change and its not really need for me to come home but I do anyways. After all in a few short months this house won’t be my home anymore.

It’s a strange thing to think about. I’ve lived in many houses and had many homes my whole life but I’ve yet to have one that I haven’t lived in with my parents.

My father is officially taking a job in Omaha, Nebraska. The people I mention this too are always shocked- OMAHA?! As if the Midwest was the last place anyone would ever want to go. I find myself telling, or reminding people that both of my parents are from Kansas, and moving back to the Midwest is a goal of theirs. Also they own my Mom’s family’s homestead in Kansas, so moving closer to it, and family is a good thing. People usually mellow out after this explanation but there still seems to be a faint trace of a puzzled look in there faces as to why someone would want to leave the greater Washington DC area. When I tell my friends who come from a Military background they usually just ask about the job and the move date and carry on. They know the drill.

On a side note- I discovered Moosetracks ice cream in the freezer, I knew they bought fun ice cream when I wasn’t around! I took the liberty of eating all the mini peanut butter cups from what was left. Serves them right.