... roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair ...
So my dear, dear journal... it has been quite a while. Sometimes I think that if I took the time to write about my life, it might not seem so daunting when I see it in type. Maybe that's my problem... hehe.
Well, I'm at my parents' house in Jersey, waiting to leave for the shore. It's a funny thing how the house you once called home just becomes someone else's house as you move on. Don't get me wrong... I'm still quite comfortable and "at home" (pardon the cliche) here, but the furniture's changed since I lived here... I no longer have a room, so when we sleep over Brett and I have to sleep on the floor or the couch. It doesn't really bother me like it does some people, but it is surreal at times, to say the least. And it's not even tangible things like a new sofa, or a repainted room... I'M not really here anymore. The stories of the day don't include me. The reminiscings of eating out last Tuesday don't include me like they used to. In some ways it's difficult, but I've never really wasted much thought on the issue until I realized that the same thing will happen soon enough to Sarah as she goes away to pursue whatever it is we all pursue when we go to college. Of course, she'll have a room to come home to on holidays as I did not so long ago, but things seem to change and shift so quickly...
Ok ok ok... I'm really not this melancholly, it's just early. I am going on vacation. And all I can say is, the weather had better be fabulous because baby needs a sexy tan. Not that I'm that superficial... but seriously, how fun can the shore be when you're broke and it's raining? .....aaaaaaand as I feel my interest in this post quickly waning........ Iiiiiiiiii'm gonna go.
Well, I'm at my parents' house in Jersey, waiting to leave for the shore. It's a funny thing how the house you once called home just becomes someone else's house as you move on. Don't get me wrong... I'm still quite comfortable and "at home" (pardon the cliche) here, but the furniture's changed since I lived here... I no longer have a room, so when we sleep over Brett and I have to sleep on the floor or the couch. It doesn't really bother me like it does some people, but it is surreal at times, to say the least. And it's not even tangible things like a new sofa, or a repainted room... I'M not really here anymore. The stories of the day don't include me. The reminiscings of eating out last Tuesday don't include me like they used to. In some ways it's difficult, but I've never really wasted much thought on the issue until I realized that the same thing will happen soon enough to Sarah as she goes away to pursue whatever it is we all pursue when we go to college. Of course, she'll have a room to come home to on holidays as I did not so long ago, but things seem to change and shift so quickly...
Ok ok ok... I'm really not this melancholly, it's just early. I am going on vacation. And all I can say is, the weather had better be fabulous because baby needs a sexy tan. Not that I'm that superficial... but seriously, how fun can the shore be when you're broke and it's raining? .....aaaaaaand as I feel my interest in this post quickly waning........ Iiiiiiiiii'm gonna go.