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Ive found time and time again, and it never ceases to surprise me - that my mom sister and I run along the same emotional track. I could draw consistant parallels between each of our lives the last two days, weeks, always. My last few moments of the day involved driving over pass, until at long last reaching that highway corner when appears the magnificent view of downtown Seattle, a given-teary-eyed moment every time (especially to certain choice music: in this instance Travis); not because im in awe of it, but because something in me shifts... its the transitional moment, into a different life.
Home, was like reaching the mothership. The mood of the house was exactly mine but to a third degree. A little on edge, recovering from a hard week, emotionally drained, and starving for love - id say. As all of us piled into Alex's room downstairs, recapped, hands to our forheads and asked "what are we going to do?".. the concensus became what it usually does in times of hardship: Spend as much money on clothing, goodies, and makeovers as sanely possible.. spoil ourselves with eachothers company and throw our cares to the wind: or just find a bridge and pretend to jump over the trains that move under it.
I am happy to be home, because I often forget how much I need Mom and Steph, and I feel needed by them as well. Holiday spirit is not looking to be an option so far; the seasons have never been very in-tune with my family's freqency. But I look at them and know I have something so precious.
Home, was like reaching the mothership. The mood of the house was exactly mine but to a third degree. A little on edge, recovering from a hard week, emotionally drained, and starving for love - id say. As all of us piled into Alex's room downstairs, recapped, hands to our forheads and asked "what are we going to do?".. the concensus became what it usually does in times of hardship: Spend as much money on clothing, goodies, and makeovers as sanely possible.. spoil ourselves with eachothers company and throw our cares to the wind: or just find a bridge and pretend to jump over the trains that move under it.
I am happy to be home, because I often forget how much I need Mom and Steph, and I feel needed by them as well. Holiday spirit is not looking to be an option so far; the seasons have never been very in-tune with my family's freqency. But I look at them and know I have something so precious.