homes many of them

[xstarburnx]

i'm home as in my parent's home now, and it's nice, i'm relaxing, and being kind of crafty, watching anime, being my nerdy self. but it's got me to thinking about all the different home's i've had. mostly jsut the ones i remember. there were the minnesota homes, three of them all very different parts of my life. the first, was before i was five, and i barely remember that, the second, was when i started to become myself, and the third contained my angsty teenage years. i was lucky then, i was surrounded by wonderful people who i loved more than i can explain, in the woods, filled with nature, in a house that my father built with his own hands. i learned what it really means to know myself then. then new hampshire happened, and the makeshift homes began. any feeling of permanence left me, after one log cabin, an appartment over a laundromat and a condo. i started college after that, and i know now that that means a seemingly endless progression of rooms that will not be my own, along with my parents moving (after em graduates, i'm sure they'll do it again, hopefully closer to me though) and not having my own room. i'm starting to be able to process that home can't mean a place for me, because... where would that place be? i'm going to be cheesey here, watch out... i guess for me, home is where the heart is.
now that that's over, i guess i have one more home to talk about, which was my stay in jon's appartment. that was really special. it gave me a chance to spend a lot of time with someone i love, and to see how he lives, and such. it was great to be there when he got home, and get to wake up near him and go home to him and all that.
my parents almost killed me when i was there though. i told my mom about it, and she was cool, but when my dad found out...
i got an im from my sister one day, and it said, you better call dad, he's pretty mad
my phone had been off all day, the battery had died
so i turned on my phone, and i had five messages
the first two were from my mom, normal normal
the third was from someone about co-op
and the fourth was my mom asking me to call her right away
the fifth was my dad....
his said that he was on his way up because he had heard what i was doing.
so i was like, fuck that i'm calling my mom
and my dad answered
he asked me if i was packing (by this time i was fuming and terrified)because he was halfway up
and i asked him what he thought he was doing
and he asked what i was doing, because i was living in SIN!!!
i said, well you did too (i was three when my parents got married)
and i heard my mom laugh in the background.
turns out they were joking.... the whole time, it was my sister's idea.
if anyone has any good ideas for a prank on my sister, let me know, because she so has it coming...
ok that does it for an update