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Feb 11, 2006 14:10

So, thankfully, this week is over. I decided to come home this weekend, which has been mostly really nice so far. However, it's a little disconcerting, because our house is up for sale. It's weird enough seeing a "for sale" sign in front of your house, but actually getting kicked out, so your house can be shown to other people... it kind of sucks. Yesterday, I got home, and I only had 20 min before the people were showing up. I couldn't even unpack my stuff, or actually bring any of it in, because the house has to look perfect. I tried to shower, but the people showed up early, and I ended up running out of my house with wet hair, and sitting in my car in front of my house finishing up getting ready. Talk about really feeling like it's not your house anymore... everyone always talks about how when you get older, your home doesnt really feel like home anymore, and I feel that sometimes. Like, this year, I always try to turn on the bathroom lights the wrong way, and I actually have to think for a second when I use the stove, instead of it being automatic. My apartment feels like home to me. When I say "home," it gets confusing sometimes because I really do think of them both as home. Years ago, I used to dread going back to school and going to my dorm room because it didn't feel like home to me. Now, when I go back up to school, I'm always kind of looking forward and I feel comfortable there. But my home is still my home... I've lived here since I was 5. It's going to be really sad when we move out. We don't even know where we're moving to yet. We're getting a smaller house, so I won't have room for all of my stuff. Since I move around a lot at school and everything, I don't know what I'm going to do with any of it. I know my dad will still live around here, so even if my mom moves far, I'll still have reason to be in the area... but it's not going to be the same. I have so much history here. I just hope we don't sell it for a while... I'd really rather not have to deal with that during the semester. I can't wait to get kicked out again later on tonight.

Really though, I'm still psyched to be home. Yesterday, I went ice skating w/Steve, which is one of the best times I've had in a while. I really should go skating more, because it's something I'd really like to be good at. And! It was the first time we'd had a beer together at a bar... I'm totally growing. Jessie's home this weekend too, so I get to see her tomorrow. I don't know why anyone would care about any of this, but I'm just so happy to get to relax this weekend.
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