I went to Venezuela!!
It is true. I went for one crazy week of vacation to the land of Cocos Frios and Green Jungles. Aside from a few minor mosquito bites the trip went fairly well. I had lots of fun: I hung out with my mom, we went to Merida (one of my favorite Venezuelan towns), and -best of all- my brother Max has decided to come to California and go to school here for a while! Yay! He will be here by the 19th of May, just in time to attend my engagement party.
On the down side, since my brother is coming to live with my dad I will have to find new living accommodations. My dad's apartment is too small for the three of us. At first I was apprehensive of the idea of my own dad telling me I need to leave the house so Maxwell can have a bedroom. After all, I thought I had made very clear to my father that I wanted to live at home with my family until I married. Besides, I am the only daughter. How could he even think about kicking me out? Had he no heart? Had he no soul? There are millions of families around the world that have three times as many family members who all live under a roof smaller than our little apartment. Why couldn't we be a loving little family in a little home?
However, after careful thought, I have come to the realization that I probably do not want to live in such close proximity to multiple slobs anyway. I would just end up cleaning up after them all the time. And, I do not need to explain how much I hate cleaning. So screw them! I'm getting a place of my own... and they can come to visit.
