Moved to Georgia

I left California yesterday at 14:50 out of John Wayne Airport on American Airlines and had to change planes in Houston, Texas. I'd never been to Texas before (though I don't really count 15 minutes in an airport being there) but the airport is awesome. The gates are all on one level and if you go upstairs there is a tram that goes around the terminals every two minutes or so. I hopped on that and got from one side of the terminal to the other for my connecting flight in, maybe, a minute, so cool!

The first flight was running a bit late, so by the time I got to the gate my flight was already boarding. I felt a bit rushed but everything turned out alright :) The woman I sat next to on the first flight gave me her TIME magazine that she had finished reading. There were a few good articles in there, I don't really remember what they were now but they were mostly year-in-review articles about 2010.

When I got in to Atlanta, I made my way down to baggage claim, got my two bags and made my way out. Near the USO place/office/thing there were three or four hundred (at least) army men in uniform, not going to lie, it was kind of intimidating. Most of them were really young though; I was probably older than half of them ... that's really weird. There are certain groups of people that no matter how old I am in relation to them I always feel younger (other college students, military personnel, doctors/nurses, etc.).

Anyway, I had to go up the escalator to get to the pick-up area. Usually when my mom is picking me up from an airport she just picks me up from outside the baggage terminal so she doesn't have to park and meet me anywhere. That was the plan. Right as I got off the escalator on my way to the door, she walked in, absolutely perfect timing. Then there was a 40 minute or so ride home.

Atlanta from what I saw around midnight is a pretty cool city. There are two major metropolitan areas, one the actual downtown and the other, according to my mom, is the hoighty-toighty (I have absolutely no idea how that is supposed to be spelled) area that is rich with 'southern old money'.

We got to the parental units' house in the suburb called John's Creek. It is the most ridiculous house I have ever seen (when I have a working camera, I'll put up pictures). My parents don't use the entire upstairs of the house, so I basically have it to myself. There is a HUGE backyard that open up on to the Chattahoochee River. I really can't describe this place in words so I'll just have to find a camera soon.

Earlier today I went out for a walk around some lakes that are nearby. It was really nice, a bit chilly. There was almost no one out and about; one guy was running with his two dogs. It's really weird. I've lived my whole life in California. We've got some pretty eclectic architecture there but I've never really seen anything like what they have here. Across the river there are a few houses that are all three stores tall with huge balcony/porches on every floor.

Well that's been my first 13 hours or so here thus far. I'm hoping to keep this up fairly consistently (fingers crossed for daily) but we'll see how that goes. I'm also going to try to keep up a blog in French as well, so if you know French, please feel free to read through it and correct any mistakes you find; there will be plenty I'm sure!