Like the Corners of My Mind

My mom showed me this picture (among others) from our 1991 trip to Cozumel. If I looked for myself in this photo, I'd instinctively look at my aunt, with the dark flippy hair and the green shirt, in the center. But actually, I'm the 10-year-old girl suspiciously holding my cousin's arm (I'm waiting for him to play some mean trick on me, probably). From left to right, you see my grandmother, cousin Laura, cousin Andrew, me, aunt Margo, Mom, brother Matt, uncle David, and cousin Susan.

By the way, the reason my mom could show me pictures was that I'm home! I was supposed to come home tomorrow night, but in case you're not in the Northeast or don't watch the news, there's a huge snowstorm coming through tomorrow. So the coordinator of our clerkship out in Pittsburgh called us this morning to tell us to take the day off and drive home before the storm. I could have kissed her, I was so happy. (Although really, I wish she had told me yesterday so I could have made it home for my nephew's birthday.) Anyway, I'm happy to be home.