I'm comin home for the holidays! (In fact I'm sitting in the Denver airport right now!)
I wasn't sure for the longest time if I should make the trip...not that there was an ounce of me that wouldn't enjoy it, on the contrary, I was afraid that I would love it so much that I wouldn't want to leave. The solution is pretty simple, my car is in Nashville still so at the very least I have to come back and get it.
Its weird that 'home' is not my destination but rather a pit stop or vacation. I don't know when that changed, but I'm not sure I like it.
It is comforting to know that by tonight I will be in my OWN bed (and by my own bed I mean snuggled up in my sisters bed with her!) but I will have all my things in one place, cupboards that I can open whenever I want and grab food out of, and my mom will come brush my hair with her fingers as I fall asleep (no, I'm not too old for that!) and my dad will come into my room in the morning before I'm up and shake me awake...I'll complain and then fall back asleep. I'm convinced that that's when you know you're home...when you love even the things you hate.
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