Last weekend was amazing. I was able to spend a lot of time with my sister and the rest of my family, something I haven't been able to do much of in the past year. We spent the weekend at my family's cottage on the lake in Brooklyn, Michigan. It rained for the first half of the weekend and was blazing hot for the second half. Ahh, Michigan.
When I first got back from Costa Rica, I was very much "seasonally confused"--I kept feeling like I should be going back to classes. I soon realized that I was associating the chilly weather with fall, instead of spring, because I haven't been in Michigan for spring in nearly three years and, as you could probably guess, season changes are pretty near non-existent in Los Angeles. I've never been the kind to get homesick or dread leaving Michigan (ever, seriously), but the birds are singing and it's getting warmer and a large part of me, it seems, just wants to stay and enjoy the warm weather with my friends and family. But I leave Sunday.
The bags still aren't packed, and my to-do list is still out the door, but I like to think I'll be ready to go come Sunday. A lot of the other teams have already left the country, so I guess the National Team will be the last to go out into the field. I hope that doesn't put us at a disadvantage--I can't help but view this as a bit of a competition between the four teams--come on, SOW, put four teams in a big mansion for the summer and how can you not expect a little healthy competition? Lol. I'm looking forward to it.
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