My parents are coming!

Today! In about a half hour! Their flight is a little delayed, but I'm picking them up at LAX soon.

I'm excited to see them. I'm also nervous to have them get a load of my lifestyle. This is the first time they'll be visiting me since I left Chicago a year and a half ago. (It's also only been recently that I've actually had a stationary place for them to visit.) They would never pass judgment, but they would (and do) worry. Plus, I'm not at my happiest/most content with things lately, and that will make it difficult for me to give them the hard sell about how it was right to choose to live hand-to-mouth and train all the time when I could have a crapload of equity in a piece of primo real estate and a high-powered job. Well, for them, it truly is about what makes me happy. I just don't seem to know what that is these days. I do know it wasn't that. So that's something.

I'll subject them to as little of the watching-me-train-for-hours as I possibly can, though they want to see where I spend most of my time. I'll take them to the store, too, and then of course we'll eat, because that's what we do when we're together. Fortunately, they're not too militant or touristy; they just like to hang out and drink coffee and relax until it's time to eat again and, when 5pm rolls around, have another cocktail. Most of our visits as a family are "delicious."