An Un-traditional Easter

My Easter this year was not, one might say, traditional.
I started the day off groggily, with an 8:00am flight from Las Vegas to Seattle. Since I may have to navigate an airport by myself at some point in my time abroad, my parents are on a "figure-it-out-yourself" kick as far as airports go. So today, their job was made easier by the luck-of-the-draw TSA pre-check (as far as I can tell it is luck of the draw).
Small interjection:
For those of you who don't know what TSA pre-check is, it is essentially and expedited security screening at airports. For example, you don't have to remove your shoes or jackets.
Anyway, today I received TSA Pre-Check, but my mom and Alison did not.
So there I was. Faced with a looming decision between a long, horrible looking line filled with angry travelers and crying children, or a nice, quiet lane with almost no people in it (at that point it looked a bit like the promise land.) If you couldn't tell by my above description, it was a no-brainer.
After we got through the security check-point (another small interjection: that is by far the most stressful part of the trip, since the angry people behind you make you feel as though you must go through at about six-thousand miles an hour.) it was smooth sailing.
The flight was uneventful, which, really, is how we like our flights.
We arrived at home at around noon on Easter Sunday, the first Sunday I remember that I have not hunted for eggs.
However, and this is where things got interesting, it occurred to me that next year I will not be here to hunt for eggs, and the year after that I will be 16, and maybe at that point it will be time to stop hunting for eggs. So I realized that completely unwittingly I had let my LAST GOOD EASTER SLIP BY!!!!!!!
To cope with this (fairly minor) meltdown, copious amounts of Modern Family (a TV show) did the trick.
To finish off the day, we went to my dad's house for a lovely Easter Dinner (that's a thing, right?).
Third (and I think this is the last one) small interjection: Asparagus. I have never liked asparagus, and it is really one of the only foods that I actually will not eat. But today, in the spirit of trying new foods, I tried the grilled asparagus that my dad served, and I liked it (*gasp*). Then I tried another piece to make sure that my taste buds weren't just mistaken the first time. They weren't, I actually like grilled asparagus... (I do realize that this last short interjection was not all that short, but that's okay.)
Overall, this Easter was one to remember, but hopefully less so that next year's!
Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you had a fantastic Easter!

Meltdown

This week, my school is on spring vacation, and it could not have come at a better time. The weekend before spring break (right after the visa application post) I had a bit of a melt down. See, for those of you fluent in the language of paper-work, it is tedious, but not too often absolutely overwhelming. However, for those of us less experienced paper-work-filler-outers, these long, small print, confusing papers can sometimes push us to the breaking point (ish). So continues my story. Saturday night comes along, and at this point, part one of the visa application has been sent off to receive an apostille (see the * in the previous post to explain what it is). I was sitting there reflecting on the day and my progress on the visa application, when I was suddenly overcome (and here is the part where you have to trust me that I am not crazy) by the sudden desire to just be alone, away from paperwork, away from the constant reminders that I needed to get any number of forms to any number of places. So my poor mother, who was not necessarily part of the problem, but just the nearest victim, got the full wrath of my (and this is the part where I have to admit that maybe I was the tiniest bit crazy) rant. The rant basically consisted  of me needing a day just to MYSELF. This went on for about five minutes. Yeah, five minutes. Anyway, the next day I got up, I ate my Rice Chex, and then I spent the whole day, alone. And it was awesome. I guess the reason I post this, since really none of you care all that much, is to show that going abroad is not all fun and games (even before I actually go abroad). If you are averse to waxing on the philosophical, don't continue reading. My hope is that going abroad will encompass the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, and that this is the beginning of that wonderful roller coaster of emotion. (Sorry I am rereading that and it sounds REALLY cheesy.)
Thanks for reading!