Yes, yes, I know… I am a slacker. It’s been a while since my last post. Sometimes it gets hard to slow down life enough to find time to write about it. I have some down time now, well technically I am supposed to be doing the dishes right now but… I would much rather write.
Today, I am posting from coastal Virginia. I’ve been here, hanging out with my big bro for 3 and a half days. The bummer part is that he was unable to swing getting work off for the week that I am here. It’s okay though, his girlfriend is a teacher and actually has the summer off. I really like her. She has a little boy, a nearly four-year old named Mason. He is an adorable, hyper-active, slightly annoying, clever little boy. I met both him and his mom, Sara, last summer when I came to visit and my brother was unable to get off of work once again. I spent 20 minutes alone with Tom in the whole week that I was here last summer. We’ve beaten that record already. So far, I have gone to see Monster’s University, participated in a scuba class, watched Rio as part of $1 summer movie days, and finished an entire book. Tonight I am planning on going to rugby practice which I am not looking forward to, even though Sara is going as well. I haven’t ran in over a month, it should be interesting.
The trip here was stressful though. I took the Amtrak train from Boston to Newport News. All I had to do was get on the train and get off at the right spot. Sounds easy enough, right? The tricky part was the getting on the train. I was under the impression that I could check a bag and take two carry ons. But apparently checked baggage is only allowed at certain stations and mine was not one of those. My mother was supposed to just check me in and be on her merry way but I had a meltdown. Until the train showed up, I was a complete mess. I kept trying to figure out what I was going to do if they wouldn’t let me on the train. My mother thought that I was hilarious. I kept telling myself that I was stupid for not checking the stuff about checked baggage. And my mother, in her infinite brilliance, kept trying to get a video of me saying that I was a blooming idiot. Eventually the train came and I was able to get on with all my baggage but then my bag wouldn’t fit in the overhead compartment. Thankfully, the guy who helped me get it up above told me that they wouldn’t bother me about my bag. He was right. They left me alone and the rest of the ride was highly uneventful. The rest is history.
There. I completed my first post in almost a week. I shall be back soon though. Stay tuned.
“When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.” -Robert A. Heinlein