BEDA 26: Home

Prissy Kitty and my friend, Mia

It's funny what you miss when you're away from home for an extended period of time. When I lived in San Antonio, I thought I lived in the most boring place ever and was sure that I'd never, ever, ever want to come back once I moved away from college. I don't know that I ever want to live here again, but I miss it when I'm away. Sure, I miss the iconic San Antonio-y/Southern/Texan-y stuff like breakfast tacos, my favorite cty hangouts, and the ubiquity of Chick-fil-a. But mostly, I miss hanging out with my family in our living room, drinking tea and quietly reading or loudly discussing books, the state of public education, or politics. I miss my love/hate relationship with my family's very fat cat. I miss my childhood bedroom. I just miss being home.
     I flew in this afternoon and had a remarkably painless travel experience. The most annoying thing I dealt with this journey was the fact that I sat next to a talkative old man who, upon learning that I danced, kept asking me about the TV show "So You Think You Can Dance?". Repeatedly. Every five minutes. I guess it's his only frame of reference for dance, and I'm sure he was just trying to make conversation, but 1) I have only seen a couple of episodes of the show and 2) I kind of dislike it and the impact its had on the dance world. I kept trying to deflect his questions with polite, simple responses, but it got a little awkward.
    Upon landing I ate puffy* vegetarian tacos with my mom and sister and discussed plans for the rest of the weekend. Also, I took advantage of the washing machine to do some laundry as every college student visiting home should. Now, I'm petting Prissy, the world's fattest cat, curled up on the sofa, enjoying the suburban quiet. Daisy, my mom's dog, just got jealous and knocked Prissy off my lap. She's trying to take Prissy's place, a difficult feat for a 70 pound dog. I need to give Daisy some long-awaited attention and spend some time with la familia, so until tomorrow, dear reader!

*Puffy tacos are a San Antonio specialty. They are like regular tacos except instead of baking the masa dough for the tortilla on a griddle, you deep fry it until it puffs up and becomes twice as bad for you as a regular taco. Except this one was full of vegetables, so I declare it HEALTHFUL.