Rushed Breakfast

This morning, we have some big meetings with incoming students. We've been preparing for these meetings for some time, getting folders put together and ordering food. Normally, this is not a difficult task, but we all work part time. The summertime is especially sparse, so it's difficult to get these sort of tasks done in a timely manner.

Today is the first of this series of meetings. I arrived early (I was the first one here), and I helped to prepare the room for the meeting. Soon, my colleagues all arrived. Then I left.

Where did I go?

I took off in my car for a Columbian restaurant to eat breakfast with my mom. She was traveling to Mississippi and had a layover in the Twin Cities. Instead of just meeting her at the airport for some Starbucks (the only food place outside the security area), my Other Half picked her up at the airport and they came to a place near me. I met them and ate my food quickly, kissed my mom and came back to the college.

I got back about 30 minutes before the first students were scheduled to arrive and we went into the meetings.

Why is this story relevant to anything?

I feel very close to my family, but I don't see them as often as I would like. I now live a 5-hour drive from my parents and my grandparents, and I don't make that drive very often. However, I do attempt to take advantage of any time they are in the area. My sister sometimes comes into the area, and I would like to make a better effort to come and visit her. Right now, she's spending the summer in St. Cloud (a nearby city). I hope I can see her on occasion over the summer.

I like taking advantage of these small opportunities to see my family. They are mini-adventures. It's fun to arrive, pick up my parents at the airport, eat dinner, and return them to the airport in time to catch their plane.

This morning was an added adventure, since I was the one who had to get back to work quickly!

I enjoyed my rushed breakfast.