home again.
I am home.
It’s a little surreal to drive through the same neighborhoods, stop at the same traffic lights, and pull up to our sweet little house all connected in a tidy row with the other houses in the neighborhood; only ours stands out entirely because it is well, ours.
It’s very nice to know that no matter how far away I get from here, it remains. My home–along with all my family and friends and the house-at-the-end-of-the-dirt-road that I grew up in–seems to stay remarkably still against the irrevocable onslaught of time, remaining cloistered away from the rush of all of the downtowns of which I have lately been an inhabitant, remaining cloistered away in my heart.
For me, home has a beautiful comforting sameness to it that I love, that I rely on.
This is especially true when the mess that I left in my quick dash of a 48 hour visit of two months ago is still here. Still on my unspoken side of the room, next to my spoken-for side of the bed. The side that, apparently, our two cats claim for themselves when I am not here, as evidenced when I tried to stretch my legs out this morning and immediately found myself stopped short by lots of fur and a couple of sharp little claws in the mix. And oh yeah, a meow or two in protest.
I will say Drew did a darn good job of cleaning the kitchen. I will also say that the newest addition to our kitchen–a gift from Drew’s recently returned from Australia brother, Kris, which happens to be an appliance in the form of a can opener with a handle fashioned out of kangaroo testicles (I am not kidding, but I really wish I was, believe me)–well let’s just say that it will not be remaining in the very visible place that Drew has chosen for it for too much longer. Not on my watch.
Anyway. I am home for a good, no a wonderful six weeks while I commute to work in Baltimore for these next two weeks, Philly for the three weeks after that, and then a glorious week of vacation, though I am not quite sure where I will be for that week. I can tell you I will not be working and I will be with Drew…;-)
So yes, life is very very good. I cannot wait to spend time with all the people I love here.
