Le jour de gloire est arrivé !

A scene from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix made the cover of the entertainment section in the newspaper yesterday. Now is a wonderful time for a Harry Potter fan to be alive – the fifth movie and the seventh book being released within two weeks of each other. BR is hosting a ton of events to celebrate the release of the book next week, and I wish I could stay here and attend them. But Sara and I are going back to LC on Monday, and I’m looking forward to that. My room is so small, and Sara has been staying with me for so long that she’s suffocating me, and she probably feels the same way. And I know LC will be hosting some good events too – some midnight parties, at least. Sara thinks that we should go see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on the same day that the book is released. July 21!

 

Mom isn’t going to be there when Sara and I arrive next week. She’s taking a trip to North Carolina to look for a job. She’s been talking about moving there for a while now, but what makes things complicated is that Sara recently told me she might go to graduate school in North Carolina. I’m worried that the two of them (Sara especially) will expect me to follow them there whether I want to or not, and I’m not even sure if I want to leave Louisiana after I get back from France. I know that France feels scary because it’s new and foreign and Louisiana feels safe because it’s old and familiar. I don’t want to stay somewhere just because it feels safe, but I’ve lived my entire life in Louisiana, and my family is here, so a big part of me is always going to be here, too. And if/when Mom does move to North Carolina, she’s going to do two things, one of which I’m really dreading: 1) Have Sable put to sleep. 2) Take Adam with her. #1 is still too terrible to think about, and as for #2, I’d like to know how Adam is going to go to college without TOPS. When Mom gets back, I’m going to try to ask her some serious questions, although that will probably just make her mad. It’s depressing to think how different things might be if Dad was still alive.

 

SIX … MORE … DAYS!