No jet lag!

I'm thrilled. Good things since I've landed. First I thought for sure I was going to miss my flight from LA to Pittsburgh. I made it minutes before they closed the doors of the plane. I sat beside 5 year old triplets. We discussed Hello Kitty, Strawberry Shortcake, and Pound Puppies. Do you remember that cartoon?? It was a favorite of mine growing up. Apparently, I can find episodes and games on hub.com. Pretty excited. We played iPad games, colored and literally watched the clock for 45 minutes. The girls taught me how to apply lip gloss (dip twice, bottom lip, dip twice, top lip, roll lips) and about liquid glitter for cheeks (of which, I had the opportunity to have applied). A really late night out last night has brought me to my senses. I hope. The plan is now to head back to OZ til the end of July then head out. I think. That seems reasonable. I have so many plans and friends there, I want to keep them. Then perhaps to Europe. I know this plan should be good for me because I have fallen for a boy. Hard. It scares me. One because the rejection probability is apparently 90%. And two because the probability of rejection is 90%. "A wise girl leaves before she is left." I'm good at running. So I'm told. And it's true. Perhaps it's my own form of self inflicting pain? The need to flee is so strong at the moment that I'm thinking of only staying here in PA for a week. It's draining being here. For so many reasons. I don't have anything to give right now. Still. But not part of good things since I've been here. Another good. I met Rach's boy. We hit it off very well. He was such a sweetie. And funny. And he was very comfortable with my mom and myself. I have my fingers crossed. My nephew. I can't describe how cute he is. I can't begin to explain how much I love him. I love that he recognizes me and comes to me. I love that he is comfortable with me even though I'm never around him. I love that I can make him giggle. His smile is so beautiful. He is so smart. Another good. Watching the NBA draft with my dad. He is such a great guy. Love him. Dearly. Another good. My mom helping me jump my bike. And her cooking. She misses me. I'm still processing this. More on this later. That's it so far. Enough to keep me pacified at the moment. 13 more days. Unless there's less. Xoxo