It has taken me over two weeks to get used to the new time change. How ridiculous is that? The first week after “springing forward,” I walked around like a zombie. For some reason, it took me a long time to get asleep, and then I couldn’t peel myself from my comfy bed in the morning. This went on way too long (ask my husband), but I think the worst is over.
Besides the lack of shuteye, I really do enjoy the long days of spring. Coming home after work when it’s dark really does a number on my motivation mojo and I find it easier to sit on the couch and eat Girl Scout cookies. Speaking of things that are over – I’m glad Girl Scout cookies are only available once a year – those things are sin in a $3.50 box. I won’t share how many boxes we’ve ordered this year, but I’ve had my fill until March 2012. Those little things are just so good, but at the same time, so bad!
Back to spring and all the things the new season holds. I’m going home for Easter, which has become a tradition since I moved here almost four years ago. Has it really been that long? Wow.
With the world in an uproar, my parents and I thought it would be best to book a ticket while gas is still under $4 (knocking on a piece of wood). I started searching the major airline sites at the end of February and after a week, booked a ticket (thanks Mom and dad). Tickets cost the same amount that they did last year, so I don’t know what that says about the economy.
Going home is always a treat – I’m really looking forward to spending some quality time with my parents. I’m leaving on the Wednesday before Easter after work and flying back on Easter Sunday at about 7 p.m. When said this way – it sounds like a really quick trip. But I will have Wednesday night, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday. There – that sounds better. The return flight gets me into Little Rock at 11:40 p.m., but that’s what caffeine is for. I plan on gulping a large cup of joe on Monday morning ... probably two.
It usually snows when I go home for Easter, so I’ve already been thinking about what outfits to pack for the chilly homecoming. Part of the tradition includes attending a sunrise service on Easter, so throwing a scarf and wooly hat in my luggage is a must.
The rest of the time will be spent eating at local places, sipping cups of coffee at little cafés and pints at our favorite Irish pub. If the weather allows, my dad and I will walk in the Garden of the gods and use the time to catch up on life. Having something, like a trip, to look forward to is nice.
Although I still have about three weeks, I’m mentally packing my bags and picturing my mom and dad’s faces when they greet me at the airport. I’m also hoping for a much smoother flight than the one I experienced at Christmas. In fact, I made sure
my connecting flight was to Denver and not Dallas. In the odd chance that something like that did happen again (more knocking on wood), I would be much closer to home. I’m going to think positive, though, and imagine a smooth takeoff, landing and reunion.