I'm in college and can't exactly go home whenever I want (no car, no license). And due to certain conditions, I'm stuck at my college campus miles and miles away from my family. I went home for Christmas break and for Thanksgiving break. Spring break had been a month ago to mark midterms, regardless whether Easter was late/early this year. While many other students are going to their families for a three-four day weekend, I'm going to be alone in my dorms. My first holiday away from my mother and little brother.
As I write, I remember the traditions so well. We'd decorate the house with bunnies and pastel colored stuff. Mom would buy the exact same kit every year for coloring eggs because it was the best and it had something many other kits didn't have; the white crayon and stickers. The white crayon was for writing messages on the egg which would appear when the egg was dyed. There were goofy faces, pokeballs, "I luv you's", anything random. You name it, my family probably did it already
And then came the sticker fights.
Between egg dying time and the day of Easter, mom would hide a bunch of sticker sheets. Then, on her chosen day, she'd leap out and attack me & my brother. We'd chase each other around the house, trying to stick the stickers all over. There were no winners. Just a bunch of laughs as we spent the rest of the day picking stickers from us. We'd find stickers in our hair as we took showers or on the bottom of our socks. Not sure how it happened but I got one in my armpit some years ago.
On Easter, my brother would wake me up and then, along with the dog, we'd wake mom. There were always 2-3 dozen eggs hidden somewhere. Mom was always clever about where the hid them. In sneakers, under the couch, by the egg decorations, behind tight spaces, anywhere was fair game. Last year, we discovered a rotten egg from the Easter the year before. Once every single egg was found, it was time to find the baskets. Again, mom was clever. She never hid the baskets in the same place twice. Microwave, fridge, bathroom, on top of the cabinets, behind the plants, under the stairwell, my brother and I searched all over. We were always happy with the reward when we found our baskets (mine was always with a flower, his was with a ribbon). Mom filled the baskets with a ton of chocolates, peeps, candies and the chocolate rabbit of course. She'd also sneak in some special little presents like DVD's, books, a giftcard, small trinkets, almost anything really. I was always happy with what I got. We'd snuggle together, munching on chocolate and hard boiled eggs while we read the Sunday comics and watch Easter specials on tv. Maybe later we'd visit relatives for an Easter dinner. But usually, it was just the three of us. And it was always one of my favorite holidays.
This Easter, I'm alone. My brother and mom have to carry on the tradition without me.
But as I come through the dorm lobby, I'm told I have a package. The address was from home. I opened it up and inside were the Easter treasures I always loved. Ringpops, chocolates, peanut butter eggs, a choco rabbit, everything was there. Even some hair clips, a travel brush and a giftcard for pizza. There was a card too. Mom and bro missed me after all. Enough to arrange for me to come home and see them for my birthday next weekend!
I'm hoping to anyone celebrating Easter that you have a good time this weekend. Even if you don't celebrate Easter, get yourself something sweet and relax.
Mood: Spring Fever
Listening to: Future Diary opening songs