hearth and home

You can never go home again.

This is my third year of being at school and not really having a home. It’s true, my parent’s house has become less and less my home and more of just a comfortable base where I spend my time. I still love it there, but without my parents I wouldn’t go. I wouldn’t return to my home town really. I might once every few years or so, but not a on a regular basis. There’s nothing left there for me. All my friends from high school are skanks and hos and bitches. At least the ones left in the area. The rest of the people I care about from there have already escaped as well. So, really there’s nothing left but a plethora of wonderful memories, the bulk of my stuff (hard to believe.. youd’ be shocked at the sheer amount of ‘stuff’ i have in my dorm room), and most importantly my parents.

Someone asked me tonight what i miss most about home. And truthful it’s my parents. I love them so much, and I just love being around them and with them. It’s amazing how our relationships have really developed into less of a parent child relationship and more of a friendship. My mom will always be my best friend in the world, and my father and I have so much fun together. I love him. I never thought I’d be able to say that about him, but I do.

Really, my parents are what makes home home. There’s no home without them, and wherever they are will be home to me as well. Is it weird that I feel like this? I don’t think that it is. I’m almost 21 years old now, I should be adult enough to have a good relationship with my parents. But look at my own mother, she avoids her father, my grandfather, at all costs. So… I guess I was really fortunate to have such a loving family.

Dave’s family also is part of what I call home now. I love his little brother so much. He’s thirteen and he’s always sure to give me hugs and tackles me when he sees me. I feel really special that he does this. I mean he’s a thirteen year old boy… they don’t pass out hugs left and right. Well maybe Jesse does. He’s sucha great guy. And Wendy and Loic are such wonderful people. His mom is so cute. We’re sending out joint Christmas cards this year, and she is just estactic about it. I think she really wants us to get married.

Dave’s sister still frightens me a little, but her boyfriend is so much like Dave it’s funny. It’s like she’s dating an older, less cute, version of her brother. =) Of course I may be a bit biased on the whole cute thing.

So yes. Home is truly where the heart is.

I’m so ready to go home now. Since I’m an RA, I have to stay until everyone is gone. I have to keep checking people out until 12 and then I’m going to volunteer to stay later, since I only live three hours away and thanksgiving isn’t really huge for my famille. I know some other people really live a distance away and thanksgiving is huge for them.

I’m so ready to leave though! Can I stress that enough? I have all of my bags mostly packed. (yeah.. i’m always late) and I have such plans for productivity over break. I’m going to be doing alot of homework and making some christmas presents. I need to do alot of htings. I’m going to accomplish them all too. And that is that. I’m going to knit and watch movies with Dad =) He’ll be watching the movies… not knitting. Although I could probably try to teach him and that would be fun! =)

I”m just a really happy girl. I can’t wait to go home. See Dave! =) and My moms.. and my dads… and my dog and my cat and my parrot.

Thanksgiving will be great this year. I can feel it in my bones! =)