Mom Gets A Break

I flew down to San Antonio over the weekend.  I'm not afraid of flying, but my flight from Houston into San Antonio really tested that theory.  The plane bounced and dropped like a roller coaster and jiggled and moved in any way possible for the entire 40 minutes that we were in the air.  I wanted off that plane!!!

I had a great time!  I was able to visit old friends that I hadn't seen in over 8 years.  The part of town I lived in, which was the northeast part of San Antonio had really changed.  Lots of growth and development.  So that was different to see.  I was really grateful to stay with the parents of my dear friend from my young women days at church.  We had a great time! 

My 10-year high school reunion took place while I was there.  There were about 10 of us out of 400 who showed up.  It was good to see a few of the "old gang", but disappointing that more people didn't show up.  I guess in the age of Facebook and Twitter, my generation doesn't feel the need to get together physically anymore. 

I was glad to get home and be back with my family.  The few days I had away from my kids and husband was a nice break, but I was ready to be back home with them.  I'm glad I went.  At the same time, I really don't feel the need to move back down there anymore.  I guess living in the country for the past 8 years has really changed my perspective.  Although, it would be nice to have a few more options when it comes to recreation and dining out here.  I happen to like where I live a lot more than I did before.