Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Home. Aaahhh. So warm and cozy. So welcoming and peaceful. I will sound like an awful daughter when I say this, but it's been 10 months since I've been home! I've seen my parents a lot within those months, but just not at home. It was fun pulling into Humble again, sad to see the remnants of damage from Ike, and great to pull into the driveway. I saw sweet faces of friends from church on Sunday, and had a fun dinner with a high school friend. My mom and I have done lots (too much) shopping already, and we still have a few days left to do some damage. My dad and I are going on a bike ride tomorrow. All of these things are so much fun, and such a nice respite from everyday life. Don't get me wrong, I love my life, love OKC, love my husband, love my daily responsibilities, but there's something so comforting about being at home, being a daughter, and having no responsibility other than to hang out with my parents! Why do we take that for granted when we're young?Since I'm waxing poetic about home, I'll throw one more sentimental tidbit. It's so fun to come home to the home I was raised in since 4th grade. I love all the memories in this home, this street, and this neighborhood, and I love coming home to different surroundings, explosive growth, but the same house that I went to elementary, middle, and high school in. Went to prom and slept in the night before my wedding. Watched Jurassic Park 10 trillion times with my brother in. Good memories of good times.
OK, I'm finished with the sentimentality of home, and I'm just glad to be on a mini vacation :) Happy Monday everyone!
posted by Erin @ 10:22 PM
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