Moot Thoughts & Musings

My youngest sister graduated from high school on Saturday! Woohoo!!! She's the last of us five, and my parents' dream of an empty nest is starting to materialize. Heh, heh. ;-) It was fun that all of us siblings could be there: me, Nick, Mary, Sam, and Luisa. A couple of my aunts and their families were there, too, including my mom's youngest sister, who is six years older than me. That means that I'm closer in age to my Aunt Jenny than my youngest sister who just graduated (well, closer than Sam, too). I also just found out that courtesy of Aunt Jenny, my grandma is having grandbabies and great-grandbabies at the same time. Haha! Yay! Though I personally don't want a lot of kids, it is a lot of fun being part of a big family. (Not to mention the fact, that I conveniently have relatives practically anywhere I want to go.)

Over the weekend I realized that I'm going to have to get used to something else, too: Fickle Summer. It finally got hot around here last week. I ditched my jeans, grabbed my shorts, and never looked back, until *bam!* I was hit in the face with a cold front on Saturday, totally unprepared. So I'll have to remember that the temperature fluctuates a lot in the summer.

This weekend also marked another mile stone. A year ago we rolled into Pennsylvania from New Orleans, with my little Honda hatchback packed to the gills with our worldly belongings and my belly bulging with immanent Ellis. I said then, and I say now, it takes about a year to get over the emotional trauma of a move like that, and that's about right. I feel a little bit more like I'm a part of Here, and less a part of There. We have good friends and family and church, and though we still have plenty of questions about what's next in life, we don't feel quite so lost.