Today I leave on a jet plane (er... or just a normal plane?) to meet up with my mum in LA. We are staying for just two nights and renting a car (a convertible, of course) and road tripping to Las Vegas. Joining my mum is one of her good friends that I've known since I was a teenager. It's going to be super fun, and I can't wait.
I haven't seen my mum since our trip home in 2014. It sucks, and I hate it, but there isn't much I can do about it, short of moving home. Flights are expensive.
My mum - gosh. My mum drives me crazy you guys. She gets under my skin like nobody else and drives me batty in like 5 seconds. But she knows and loves me more than anyone else, and she always will. She's so much more than a mother or a best friend to me, she's all that and more. She sacrificed so much to give us what she could and even though we were the brattiest kids in all the land, she still loved us. Forgave every stupid mistake, showed up to everything big or small, listened to us even when she wished we'd shut up. She encouraged, supported and reprimanded us when we needed it. She joked around and would drive through huge puddles so the water would go over the car and we'd squeal like we were on a roller coaster. She's the best cook I know and I'd eat anything she made (except the ham and pea soup mum, stop). She's impatient, a little negative, gets really cranky if you invade her personal space and don't you dare think about touching her hair - but she's my mum and I love her, even when she drives me crazy.
If you ask me what I miss most about Australia, it is hands down my mum. I'd give up every red frog, golden gaytime, sandy beach, roundabout, lack of snow, sausage sizzle, 4 weeks annual leave - I'd give it all up if I could somehow combine my life with hers without that pesky ocean in between. She is my home and I can't wait to spend the next few days trying to cram in the last few years.
I won't be blogging, but I'm sure to post an obscene amount on instagram and snapchat (kristenlees122).