love.

I'm sitting here on my bed staring at the walls around me littered with memorabilia and artifacts that represent who I am: Audrey Hepburn poster, photos from travels, a picture of my grandfather, a giant obnoxious A&M quilt (yeah so maybe that doesn't represent me too accurately, but whatever). And I can't help but think about the people who have gotten me to where I am today. My family. Mi madre y padre. And the incredible love and support they have provided through everything, rough and smooth. They consoled me when I came home crying from a bad day at school. They held my hair back when I retched all night long from a bout of food poisoning (too much information?). They bought me a seemingly endless supply of Chili's potato-soup-to-go when I had jaw surgery and could only consume my meals through a straw. They listened to me with silent understanding when I changed my majors (twice!) and complained about how confused and lost I felt. They greeted me with beaming smiles when I got something I really wanted, happy to share in my joy.

It hasn't been all roses. But the fact that my parents are separated doesn't diminish the contribution each of them has made to the person I am right now, typing on these black plastic keys.

So, thanks mom and dad.

In other news, I got an acceptance letter from Yale today. I was moderately excited, in that wow-I-can't-believe-this-actually-happened kind of way, which is always more understated and collected than I imagine it will be. Yale's offer of admission is only as good as it's offer of financial aid, though, so it remains to be seen if they will deliver on that end. In my eyes, Yale has one serious thing going for it: Edward Norton's alma mater. And before I give any notice of acceptance or rejection, I just may have to inquire about the likelihood of Ed coming to speak as a former student... ;-)