Pensamientos sobre mi hogar
I've realized that this particular break will be the first time in a long time that I'll actually be content to go home.
For the last few months I've barely seen my family members except for brief encounters and conversations. Yesterday, I actually went home for a few hours for a pre-Christmas party and... had a good time. Everything went shockingly well (and on time!) for my family. I'm rather proud of how hard everyone worked to make an awesome party. The kids behaved, the food was amazing, and the conversation didn't center on Cuba and Zombie Castro. It was odd. A great kind of odd.
I think this will be the first actual break in which I'll enjoy being home for a whole month and not really going anywhere. I've got plenty to do and have at least one guaranteed visitor come the week before we all return. Of course, I'm expecting all of these feelings to fluctuate, but part of me hopes they don't.
I don't know whether it's the season, finals, or the fact I'm growing up faster than anyone expected me to, but I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that there will come a day, probably soon, that my home will no longer be my home. That I'll make a new home, and mix up old and new to make an awesome family.
I never thought this time would ever actually come, even though I always wanted it to. I think I'm ok with it, or at the very least, I will be. Til then, it's time to relax. Finally.
*~Mel~*
For the last few months I've barely seen my family members except for brief encounters and conversations. Yesterday, I actually went home for a few hours for a pre-Christmas party and... had a good time. Everything went shockingly well (and on time!) for my family. I'm rather proud of how hard everyone worked to make an awesome party. The kids behaved, the food was amazing, and the conversation didn't center on Cuba and Zombie Castro. It was odd. A great kind of odd.
I think this will be the first actual break in which I'll enjoy being home for a whole month and not really going anywhere. I've got plenty to do and have at least one guaranteed visitor come the week before we all return. Of course, I'm expecting all of these feelings to fluctuate, but part of me hopes they don't.
I don't know whether it's the season, finals, or the fact I'm growing up faster than anyone expected me to, but I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that there will come a day, probably soon, that my home will no longer be my home. That I'll make a new home, and mix up old and new to make an awesome family.
I never thought this time would ever actually come, even though I always wanted it to. I think I'm ok with it, or at the very least, I will be. Til then, it's time to relax. Finally.
*~Mel~*