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I'm home again...FSVO home. I go back to my parents...my hometown, my roots, and it feels less and less familiar-new things appearing, old things gone...things moved around in the house. The work has started on the new bathrooms, which looks interesting. The dining room ceiling is partially gone. My Mom pointed out that we had high holidays in the midst of construction once before. It was fifteen years ago, when I was in seventh grade. There are photos of it on display in the living room.
But NoVa isn't really home either, despite the fact that I have an apartment, a job and a life here. I'm feeling kind of uprooted at the moment.
I'm here, with a bowl of chicken soup, warmed a bit, with the cat who was clearly lonely. I've got a fridge full of food from Mom, I saw my family, and I think my Dad said the most important thing I could have ever heard him say..."After last year, I've realized that it's more important to be with my family than it is about the ritual." Well finally...he gets it.
The weekend was quiet-totally uneventful. The usual holiday stuff, plus we watched some movies and watched the tennis matches and some football. I cooked, too.
I drove my sister to the train in Mineola. It's not the closest stop to my parents house, but it's not out of my way back to Virginia, and the trains run far more frequently from there than they do from Stony Brook. It's about an hour from my parents and my sister and I chatted...about music, about what we do when we go out. My sister has a girlfriend at the moment. And that is freaking me out. It's just weird to hear my little sister calling someone and saying "Hi sweetie" and "love you" and all that. Not that I haven't known for years, but I've never seen her in the context of a relationship before, other than with her ex-boyfriend. And that didn't freak me out (even though I thought he was kind of lame.) It's just strange...
And I'm bothered by the fact that it's weirding me out.
It's not the dating thing...it's the dating a girl. I just don't get why.
But NoVa isn't really home either, despite the fact that I have an apartment, a job and a life here. I'm feeling kind of uprooted at the moment.
I'm here, with a bowl of chicken soup, warmed a bit, with the cat who was clearly lonely. I've got a fridge full of food from Mom, I saw my family, and I think my Dad said the most important thing I could have ever heard him say..."After last year, I've realized that it's more important to be with my family than it is about the ritual." Well finally...he gets it.
The weekend was quiet-totally uneventful. The usual holiday stuff, plus we watched some movies and watched the tennis matches and some football. I cooked, too.
I drove my sister to the train in Mineola. It's not the closest stop to my parents house, but it's not out of my way back to Virginia, and the trains run far more frequently from there than they do from Stony Brook. It's about an hour from my parents and my sister and I chatted...about music, about what we do when we go out. My sister has a girlfriend at the moment. And that is freaking me out. It's just weird to hear my little sister calling someone and saying "Hi sweetie" and "love you" and all that. Not that I haven't known for years, but I've never seen her in the context of a relationship before, other than with her ex-boyfriend. And that didn't freak me out (even though I thought he was kind of lame.) It's just strange...
And I'm bothered by the fact that it's weirding me out.
It's not the dating thing...it's the dating a girl. I just don't get why.
