So my Mom is coming to visit....
Finally, a visitor! I realize they're not exactly giving away plane tickets these days, but you'd think people would be more willing to travel here. I provide them with a great excuse to splurge for the trip, especially when it comes to my parents. After all, they've spent quite a sum on visiting my sister over the years, even if the individual tickets were cheap. I'd say it's time it was my turn. Besides, Hawaii is much more interesting than Oregon.
There's no negatives about the situation, other than my Dad not being able to come, but there are concerns. I've already voiced my insecurities with my living situation to her. Not that I am insecure about it. Insecurities just have a way of happening when it comes to maternal relationships. For instance, I sleep on a mattress on the floor. It's comfortable and it works, but not exactly conventional. I did move here with basically what fit in two suitcases and a carry on, so having a mattress is a blessing. And my Mom knows that.
Money is going to be a bit tight. I am always short on cash as it is. Since moving it just has a tendency to disappear. However, my Mom has forewarned that she will be too. Apparently she's going to try for some spending money from my Dad and even Grandma, but that's best case scenario. Doesn't matter. The main priority is getting to see each other after almost two years. I want to show her the island though. Not in the cheesy tourist way, although certain "musts" will be on the list. After all, I have yet to make it up Diamondhead or to Pearl Harbor, but I want to show her the island I know too. The places and food the tourists don't know about. The real Aloha spirit, not just what can be found in Waikiki.
And then thirdly, I kind of didn't inform her of my relationship status. Actually, I take that back. I told my Mom when I went on a date and she had a horribly typical interfering mom response, or at least I interpreted it as that. It wasn't entirely my fault. My sister reprimanded her for how she responded, saying it was understandable that I freaked out. But following that whole debacle I just told her that the date was a flop and nothing came of it. Which would be fine if he and I didn't live in the same house now. And if she weren't staying at the house during her stay. Hmm. I decided to tell her information on a need to know basis after our misunderstanding. And, well, now she needs to know.
Monday I told her I've been dating someone. She was dumbfounded, which was confusing to me cause I figured she suspected something. I mean, I've been referring to a mysterious car for a while now. Either she didn't pay attention or she thought I had enough cash sitting around to buy one.
Now I have just over a month to bring up the fact that we live in the same house, which isn't too bad. Not sure whether I'll just claim that it's a recent development or not, but at least I've done the hardest part.
I don't care. I'm just excited. I haven't had something this big to look forward to in a long time.
