Whoever it was that said you can't go home again obviously never met my family. Going back home is like refreshing my whole body, mind, and soul. It makes me recommit to things I had forgotten about, makes me remember why I am where I am, and reminds me that I always have supporters who love and care about me more than I'll remember, and who have more faith in me and believe in me more than I ever will believe in myself.
I love visiting home. I love everything about it. I love walking in my parents room first thing and seeing the cats stretched out in the sun, kissing Vernie's little head and listening to her purr so loud it sounds like her motors going to come right out. I love it how my sister always wants to hang out with me but we can never think of anything to do, and so instead usually end up shopping even though I hate to shop. I love it how Jack sees my car pull up and runs to the gate, then the fact that I can hear him whining all the way into the house. I love it how it never fails that someone in the morning will open the door, ask if the horses and hungry, and when they whinny letting it be known that they in fact are, whoever is at the door shuts it and tells someone else to go feed them. I love driving my grandparents around and then having to fight my grandma so that she won't buy me a bunch of stuff that I really don't need. I love how my dad always asks when I'm on the way home what I might want to eat, or when he doesn't ask instead he just cooks my favorite meals for me. I love watching my little brother and my mom interact, don't ask me why, but they just make me laugh, my little brother walking in the house and my mom saying, Jake, where have you been? I love it how my sister always gets mad that I have to leave, and tells me that I should stay. I love watching the cats chase each other through the house. I love how my dad is so obsessed with exercise and vegetables and the whole time I'm home I get to hear about how many vegetables I should be eating. I love it how my sister is such a spaz, and sends me random letters, she's the only person I know who would dye the cats with easter egg dye. And there is so much more!! I miss being able to be around, and I'm really excited for the day I can move back to Cedar and get to visit home much more often.
Anyway, so other than that, life is good. I'm still pretty stressed and I did horrible on my physics test, which is depressing, but I'm sort of back on the wagon some and have started to get more caught up with homework, and also with going back to the gym. Hopefully biggest loser results will be better this week and I can kick my sister's trash for the next four weeks and win. There are only 24 more days before school is over for this semester and only 18 more days until I never have to think about physics again!! I can't wait.
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