more visitors, more growing up

leaving home was especially hard because of my dad -- i knew how upset he was that i was moving out of my childhood home, but even more devastated that i'd grown up. this was something he's dreaded since the day i was born, he said, and i knew going into this whole "being an adult" nonsense was going to be really tough for him, which in turn, made it tough(er) for me. however, i knew that if he could come see savannah for himself, he would feel a little better. everything is beautiful in savannah, so that's a start. plus i live right across the street from a catholic church and school, for pete's sake, and across the other street is daffin park. there are children constantly playing outside, lots of nice neighbors and pets -- seriously, how bad could it be, right? so after a month of me being down south, my dad and sister/best friend came for a visit. yay! we had a really good time, and it was so great to see family again. here's a look at their visit.

tybee island -- it was such a beautiful day. perfect weather. i wish we had planned better so we could have stayed longer!

on their last day here, we went to river street in the evening to walk around before we ate dinner at rocks on the river. it was nice out again, so walking up and down the street looking at little shops was a lot of fun with my sister. my dad usually just hangs back and does his own thing. :)

here are some purchases i made at a hippie store my sister and i found on river street. :) we also bought some really cool vintage posters, but i'll post pictures of those when i hang them up!

we ate at mellow mushroom, uncle bubba's oyster house and rocks on the river -- three great places! there is a new gelato place downtown so my sister definitely wanted to hit it up -- greatest. idea. ever. we miss having real gelato like in italy, and this place was really close to what we had there. can't wait to go again! we did some shopping and sight-seeing, too. just a relaxed, fun weekend. :)

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i know it was hard for my dad to have to say goodbye to me again, but i think he feels better having seen what a beautiful city i live in, and that we really are safe. it may sounds silly or overly dramatic to some people that it's so hard to say goodbye to my family and for them to say goodbye to me -- because i will see them again (and probably soon) and i probably won't live far away forever -- but it's not about that. it's not about the distance or the days without seeing each other. it's about growing up and becoming your own person with your own life and knowing you have to do that for yourself even if it sucks in the meantime. it's about my parents having to face the fact that their oldest child won't be coming home every night to sleep in her bed -- she's sleeping in a different bed. with a BOY. seriously though -- it's just about growing up. and it's hard for both parties. and it sucks. period. but it's all just a part of it, right? one day i won't go to sleep missing my own bed because kyle's mattress is just a liiittle bit too firm for me, and everything that seems so different right now will become normal. it feels a little more normal each day. and one day it won't be hard at all. one day.

love&family.

krq.