Lets just say it quickly to get it over with.

Traveling to Canada at Christmas time sucked.  Being sick during Christmas time sucked.  Getting home from Canada at Christmas time REALLY sucked.

Probably not the most impressive post I’ve written, but hey.  I lost almost seven pounds because of the flu bug I carried with me off of the plane.  I got my brother and his lady in a fight because of a careless remark that I didn’t mean to say.  I had to spend the night in the Chicago O’Hare airport because of mechanical problems in the flight home to Charlotte. 

Otherwise, I really loved being home.  It feels so natural and content to be there.  All of the crap that bugs me just bugs me in the way that I expect it to, and never to the point that I hate it.  I WANT to be bugged by my dad complaining that I talk to much.  I WANT my mom to tell me she’s sorry that she has to work too much.  I WANT to walk through the really cold winter air to run and pick up dinner at IGA.  I love all of those things.

But I realized so very completely that I NEED to be here, in my home, with my Brock.  I went back to work and felt so completely fulfilled knowing how much I enjoy my job.  Yesterday, Brock and I had a “Brock and Mandy Day” – which is just an evening that we focus on spending time with each other, exclusively.  (They are a lot of fun.  I highly recommend them.  You may call them your own names.)

Also, I got my MINI!!!!!  

What a wonderful car.

The real news of the day is that I was accepted to UNC Charlotte’s Pre-Med program.  The admissions lady emailed me today to let me know personally, rather than waiting for a letter, so I could start immediately.  Orientation is next Tuesday.  What an incredible, thrilling high.  I am so very proud of myself, and not afraid to say it.  I’m doing this… Dr. Mandy!