The best part about this post is that I'm writing it from the comfort of my own couch.
You never realize what you've got, till it's gone, one of the worst cliches in the book, but as I've grown a little bit wiser (emphasis on LITTLE), I've realized it's true. So for this Thanksgiving, I had a LOT more to be thankful for.
I didn't think my queen bed and purple room in the basement would ever feel like a five star hotel in the Bahamas compared to my stuffy little dorm back in Omaha. I didn't think I would swear that my mom's cooking is the best food I've ever eaten, and way better than the pasta I make for myself every day. I never thought I'd miss my dad and brother throwing the football and crashing into things in the morning when I'm trying to sleep. And let's not forget the fact that my sisters are actually showing friendship tendencies in our relationship.
And never,in my wildest dreams, did I ever think going back home would be considered a vacation
I guess that's what happens when you grow up. It really is (prepare yourself for yet another horrible cliche) the little things that matter most. I love the fact that I can find these little things, and hold onto them, for when I'm missing the big things while I'm three hours away.
Home for the holidays doesn't simply mean that I'm cleaning the house, buying groceries with my mom, and spending the day with my family anymore. Now, it means, coming home to do three weeks worth of laundry because I ran out of quarters. It means that I answer the question "how's school going?"about a million times, to a million different faces because I need to catch up with everyone because I don't see them on a regular basis.I get to enjoy water pressure that actually works, and not worry about how loud I play my music. Home for the holidays means that it's not just extended family I get to meet up with again, it's Starbucks dates and soccer practices, reuniting with all the friends I had to leave behind too.
Most importantly, all the people I love are simply in way closer proximity to me in that location.
Home for the holidays means I get to enjoy all the little things my (not-so) little city has to offer, because Lord knows that while I'm away I miss those little things the most.
To express, explain, and exclaim the lessons life continually throws at me, and my take on how to deal.