MI FAMILIA

Sometimes the hardest parts of your life are the best times of your life. When I was away from my family for five weeks, it felt like the longest five weeks of my life. I'm close to brother, my father, and my mother. We're not close like The Patrtridge Family, or like The Cosby's, but we're pretty close. It's been almost three months, the longest I've ever been from them, and I miss my family a lot. Not only that, but I miss my culture. My mom is Mexican-American, and my dad is Caucasian-American. Both are pretty large families, but I spend more time with Mom's side. And until this summer, I never realized how much I missed my extended family and how much I miss my culture. Houston is heavily populated by Mexican Americans, so there's a strong presence of the culture there. Lots of tacos, Fiesta superstores, and spanish bakeries. I like it a lot, and the hispanic presence here is not as huge.

So I miss that, I miss hanging out with my Mom, knitting with my Grandma, reading comics with my little brother, watching Murder She Wrote with my Dad(or Charlie Chan), and, I can hardly believe it, walking my three-legged incredibly strong and impulsive Newfoundland dog. I also incredibly miss cheap fajitas and accessible kolache.

In a month, though, I'll be back home! I'm looking so forward to christmas. :)