It always feels so good to come to Sammamish to visit my family! I only lived here for a year and a half, but I'm completely in love with this place. This morning, I dropped my parents off at the airport (they're flying to Maryland, then going on a Caribbean cruise. Just a little jealous.)
I got lost in Seattle looking for a Value Village. I found the one in Burien, then couldn't find one in downtown Seattle and got lost in an industrial district. I gave up, found I-5, and went to Redmond. Now Carmen has a big box full of fun kids' toys! All for about $40! Cars and dinosaurs and balls, oh my! Let's add a few more exclamation points!!
Mom sat me down last night with my siblings' schedules and told me where I'd need to drive them when. It almost made me with Logan had his license. =p It's also a little weird driving my parents' cars - I drive a Nissan Sentra at home (a little itty bitty sedan) and my parents drive a Honda Pilot and a Chevy Equinox, which feel like mini Hummers to me. @_@
Also, my family's redecorating. It's weird not having a bedroom anymore (I graduated 5 years ago, moved out most of my stuff 4 years ago, and took out the last of my stuff 2 1/2 years ago when we bought our house) because I have to borrow someone else's space. My parents painted some of the walls downstairs (so far, I LOVE IT) and replaced the carpet. When I first walked into the house, I was trying to figure out why it smelled like a model home and made me feel all nostalgic.
"Kamis, that's the new carpet smell."
*facepalm* Of course! I don't know why I like the smell so much. Maybe it has to do with all of the moving we did when I was a kid. We visited a lot of model homes and I loved to fantasize about what it would be like to live there, and I asked myself all sorts of questions ... Which floor plan do I like the best? Which bedroom would be mine? Does it have a cool playroom? Does it have stairs to the attic? Is the master bathroom big enough for a small family to live in?
I thought I would start feeling really lonely as soon as the plane landed. But Dad called when Mom picked me up and we all went out to dinner and it felt a bit like I was a kid in my family again ... only without the threat of power struggles. I guess I am sort of glad not to be a teenager any more. ;)
Now it's just us kids. Party time!
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