Its good to be home where things will always be familiar. I could also say I become bored when I'm home, but its the only time I have a whole lot of nothing to do. I mean, I still go to panera and work on things that have to be done, but the schedule I run here is so different. At night, I sit at home most nights going from one comfortable chair to the next..eating one thing after the next, hanging out with family. That doesn't exactly scream stress. Even though my mind is telling me 'you really should be doing something productive' by body is saying 'its really good that you are finally resting' Its something thats long awaited and much needed.
Last night my mom, uncle and I played Scene It Espn. My uncle was definitely the top runner, followed by me and then my moms comical effort. Good try momma. Thanks for playing. I also found myself going through some old jewelry. Random one might think, I did too. I was in search for a certain ring my grandmother gave me when I was younger and in the effort to do that I stumbled across a few other things I liked. One of which is one my hand now :) We also busted out our old charm bracelets and man did the memories come back.
There is something about home where things seem ok. Its the place they talk about in every country song I guess. Where sweat pants are the norm because its just family and dessert is a must. Home is a good place. The place where your bed is the most comfortable even when you sleep in the coldest room in the house, it makes it worth it. Where high school basketball games are still ok because you're always welcome and still know parents and players. A place where if you go to the mall your sure to see someone, and thats a good thing. Youre favorite restaurants taste better than you remembered and your friends are all gonna be home for the holidays. Thats home and I'm enjoying it.
No comments:
Post a Comment