Side Note:

Side Note:
For those who haven't figured it out, or haven't been here: The titles of most of the blogs here are song lyrics. If you google them, it should take you to the song and the song is good to listen to before, during, or after reading to help set the tone of the blog. I find music to be very cohesive with reading and writing.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Home Sweet Home...

I arrived back at my house a couple of hours ago. The drive is gorgeous through the mountains to get from here to Connecticut, but I hate driving so that's a critical flaw.
John and Beth nearly had me convinced to stay another night. I was back inside with the laptop and the puppy in tow but then I remembered my meds, Rory's meds & my calls with insurances this week not to mention my need to schedule a make-up appointment for the one I missed. That on top of feeling like I was being lazy because I wasn't home cleaning and cooking and those sorts of things that are part of my daily routine.
I miss them already though. I think Rory does too. She's moping on the couch on Erik's socks. (That he left stuffed between the cushions of his recliner, might I add. I could beat him.)
It was nice to visit with John and Beth. When I spend time with John its like I'm having that big brother-little sister bond that I really want to have and I feel that whole "I'm safe because this is my big brother and he's going to look out for me" thing going on that I don't have so much with my brother James. We used to have that, but I guess we just sort of drifted apart. And Beth is like a best friend. She and I can talk and laugh about anything and we have alot in common. She'd be the perfect addition to the Heather-Lethia-Yuri-Bunny quartet. We could be of sec, I'm Googling... Ah-ha! Quintet!
I did miss my house though. It's weird to think that Erik and I have lived four places together now. We lived at my parent's in Tennessee, then with my biological mom's in Kansas, then we got our very first place together in Kansas and now we have our first place here in New York. Each place felt like home, just like this one now does. It's nothing grand or to brag about, but its ours. We live here and we fill it with love and laughter and make it our own.
It's good to be home.



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  3. Yay for being home! (Yeah, I'm late posting. I forget to check here)


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