stuff is cool

Danny has been in Indiana for work all week so I have been staying with my parents and my brother at the house I lived in since I was 12. Prior to this one we had 3 others, and those I actually remember more fondly than this one, but this is the home I have known for most of my life.

Since moving to Post Midtown with Danny I have spent much less time here. I used to spend several nights a week at home, but now “home” means my apartment with Danny. This week of being with my family has been a wonderful treat.

My room is mostly unchanged since I was 16. I have a wonderful tall bed and all of my furniture pieces are beautiful wooden antiques from my great-grandmother. I have an awesome old tv cabinet that is actually going to waste sitting in the corner of my bedroom. When Danny and I have a house I will rescue it.

When I come home I always spend hours and hours in my mom and dad’s bed, watching tv and playing on the computer. This week, with my pained spine, I have spent days here. At night I watch tv with my mom and we talk and my dad sleeps in my bed until I tell him he can have his own bed back.

I wonder, when I am a married woman will I still be able to come home and eat candy and drink Dr. Pepper with my mom while we watch Still Standing and laugh even though we know it’s silly?

I think so.

I love coming to my other home. Home home. It’s nice to have two places where you feel safe and loved. And I have even more at the homes of my extended family. I am a very lucky girl.