I'm Coming Home (With A Little Extra Something...Or Someone)

In less that forty eight hours, I will be boarding another plane bound for my home country. Which means it's back to college for me, no more parents, no more mom's cooking (which is sort of a good thing since I always have to ask what is on my plate at dinnertime), no more bunk bed, no more bumming around, etc. Also, I have my brother tagging along with me since he'll be continuing his studies at a new high school close to my university. This is bad news since a little brother will evidently cramp my style. Ha, I'm kidding (I think). But having an annoying kid brother who everyone believes can do no wrong and is a total angel (but in reality, is someone I'm convinced was sent here to torture me) hovering around you all the time can get pretty...ugh.

I remember I was four years old when he was born and I hated that I was no longer the apple of everyone's eye. The moment I laid my eyes on my baby brother and everyone crowding around him remarking on how cute he was, I knew this meant war.

I swear I looked exactly like this whenever I got close to my brother. 

Sucks that I can't find a picture.

And so began a sibling rivalry that continues even to this day. We have our nice quiet moments, sure, but then I forget about them each time we're engaged in one of our petty battles. 

Anyway, I'm still a bit excited since I'm going to be seeing my friends again. I've realized that I've awfully missed them over the summer break. However, the late night (and early morning) cramming, text book reading, intense studying, etc., I can certainly do without.

Also, in honor of my last airport mission as an unaccompanied minor since I'm turning *shudders* eighteen soon, here's a little blast from the past: Click for old (yet awesome) post about the weirdness I take part in as I travel.

Toodles,