18 is my favorite number

Feeling reflective today. The weather reminds me of home. Not quite a bitter cold, but you can sense the moisture in the white fluffy sky. 


Just got off the phone with my mom. My sister took the train to Salem to spend the weekend with my parents (husband-less) and give them financial wisdom. I guess that's what happens when you finish college and get married, you start putting into practice all that you learned.
I miss home. I wish I could have spent the day running errands with my mom and sister... fighting through crowds at Costco, getting coffee and stopping by Great Harvest to say hi to friends, getting adjusted at my dad's office, maybe stopping by Dutch if my sister thinks I'm starting to get grouchy, and finally returning home exhausted to put on a movie and eat an avocado. 


In a few hours I will be attending a TV taping for the show "Joey and Melissa". Never heard of it, but it seems like a pretty good "LA thing to do". 


It's funny to be far from home... disconnected from the life you always knew but loving the one you're making for yourself in a completely different place. 




ps 18 is my favorite number. I just realized that today is the 18th and now have this new sense of hope for the rest of the day. 
I'm also wearing socks and flip flops today. (one white and blue striped and one white and purple striped). I was really nervous to do so (I know it's probably immature and hideous, but I find it comfortable and easy) but decided to just accept it. 
Thank you, Holly Cowan for your advice: "rock it girlfriend! be yourself! :)"
It's funny that "myself" is someone who wears socks and flip flops. What else does that mean about me?