Leaving on a jet plane
Apr. 7th, 2004 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraMy flight out of here is at 1700, which means that I have to be at the airport at 1400 so that Pop doesn't go nuts and become hysterical that we only have a half-hour until our flight and OH NO! Goodness! We're almost ten feet away from the gate! If he knew how Mom and I took trains around Switzerland and northern Italy, he'd have a heart attack - we always boarded at the last second, found out we were on the wrong train, ran off to find the real one, and hopped on just as it was pulling out of the station. Even when we were in the station in plenty of time, we'd always end up running for dear life so we didn't miss the train. We never did. But it wouldn't have mattered particularly if we had. We would just have boarded the next one and took that wherever we were going.
Mom and Pop are complete opposites. Mom nitpicks about order, cleanliness, and promptness, while Pop obsesses over "financial planning," safety margins, and long-term goals. Mom and I live life on the edge, in the moment, while he takes forever to plan and execute simple tasks. Which is probably why I get along with him better than I get along with Mom - Mom and I are too much alike to appreciate each other fully. Pop doesn't mind that I'm a nocturnal being, but Mom does, because she's up late too. Pop doesn't mind that I do my homework in the mornings or in the middle of the night, but Mom does, because that's when she's planning her classes. Mom and I are both sarcastic and smart-assed, so we get annoyed at each other and snap at each other all the time. I love Mom, but she's a little much at times.
So anyway, I'm glad I'm going colleging with Pop. I'm looking forward to seeing Chicago - my home town - again, even though that means I'll have to put up with my rugrat cousins. I'm looking forward to eating Grandma's Italian cooking, and to speaking Italian with the Italo-American organization that all the Italians in Chicago seem to be a part of. I'm just looking forward to being somewhere that's not here. Besides, I love flying.
Mom and Pop are complete opposites. Mom nitpicks about order, cleanliness, and promptness, while Pop obsesses over "financial planning," safety margins, and long-term goals. Mom and I live life on the edge, in the moment, while he takes forever to plan and execute simple tasks. Which is probably why I get along with him better than I get along with Mom - Mom and I are too much alike to appreciate each other fully. Pop doesn't mind that I'm a nocturnal being, but Mom does, because she's up late too. Pop doesn't mind that I do my homework in the mornings or in the middle of the night, but Mom does, because that's when she's planning her classes. Mom and I are both sarcastic and smart-assed, so we get annoyed at each other and snap at each other all the time. I love Mom, but she's a little much at times.
So anyway, I'm glad I'm going colleging with Pop. I'm looking forward to seeing Chicago - my home town - again, even though that means I'll have to put up with my rugrat cousins. I'm looking forward to eating Grandma's Italian cooking, and to speaking Italian with the Italo-American organization that all the Italians in Chicago seem to be a part of. I'm just looking forward to being somewhere that's not here. Besides, I love flying.
