LAX --> PDX

i feel like i was on the longest flight in the history of the world to portland. we were delayed because of some weird malfunction with the boarding doors. all passengers had to walk downstairs from the terminal, outside, and then up some stairs onto the plane. it took a really, really, really long time to get everyone on that plane. and the flight attendants kept announcing that passengers who might have trouble negotiaing the stairs should wait for assistance and not attempt to board the plane like everyone else because it would cause delay. she said it a lot, and specifically timed it whenever the elderly tried to board. and then, we were sitting on the runway for another 30 minutes. you could tell that people were getting cranky...i was cranky too. to solve the problem, i went to sleep. i think it helped.

coming home is always a mixed bag of feelings. on the one hand, i'm home with my family. on the other, i'm home with my family + all their craziness.

my youngest brother just moved home for the summer. my dad drove down to eugene yesterday to help him pack up and move his stuff out of his apartment since he'll be working up here this summer. andy told me that while they were moving a couch, my dad missed seeing the curb and tripped over it, dropping the couch (but not on himself). from what i gathered, he went down and smacked the concrete with his knee and upper right chest. my poor father. the muscles in his chest hurt and he has scrapes all over his right knee...i think he might be limping a little too. he says it could've been worse. and of course, he didn't go to the doctor. and andy also told me our mom's been going deaf. like, for the last 3 weeks, her ears have been having that plugged up/on an airplane feeling. and she is refusing to have that checked out. so, all day, i've been yelling so she'll hear me. it's a little weird having extra loud conversation in public so she'll hear me. now we can really claim our asian-ness...finally!

so i'm in town for mike's graduation. now that he's got a job and stuff, his attitude/jerk commentary that was previously limited to AIM has now spilled over into real life. punk. if he didn't outweigh me by 100+ lbs, i'd kick his butt in response.

the longer i live on my own (not with my family), the more i am inclined to think that i would never be able to move back home. not because i don't love and miss them (i do - most of the time), but because i've gotten too used to having my own space apart from them. does that make me ungrateful? darn it...