Home!
I’m home.
After quite the journey through airport after airport, my mother was there at 1 in the morning in Philadelphia to take me home. I walked out the airport doors and heard a measly honk from what must have been my mom’s car. They don’t make horns that sound like that anymore.
It was great to be back in her car, as she handed me a homemade sandwich and snickers bar.
“You must be hungry.”
I’m always hungry…
We talked the whole way home about the summer, and about what happens now, and what happens next. I love being home. Dad was in DC when I first got home, not expecting me to be home until Monday.
It was amazing to get my fingers back on my violin in the morning. I am seriously considering bringing it with me to SE Asia, but I am not sure if it would be a burden. And I might just cry if it were to break.
Damn this stupid song “some nights“ is all over the radio, and following me everywhere. I can’t escape it! I can hardly write this post because it’s on repeat in my stupid head. I don’t even like it, but it has this terrible way of following me. Bleh. It’s fun catching up on music that I have never heard before but is apparently popular. I tend to go out of civilization for periods of time, and when I re-enter I am disoriented and far behind on what’s “hot.” This song, evidently, is hot, but it sucks.
Anyways, one of my best friends from college came to visit me, and I went to pick her up at the train station yesterday afternoon. Oh man, it was amazing to see her. Tabatha is one of those people that will always have a special place in my heart. We reminisced about the summer we spent sharing a bed in a small room with three girls: time I got my tonsils removed, and her and Patrick took care of my every need, crushing my pain pills into ice cream and spooning it into my mouth; when I would “aggressively” snuggle her each night; watching serial killer movies; cooking artichokes and other wonderful treats; calling my mom from the hospital, inquiring about my insurance information; how I used to sleep in her laundry pile because my apartment lost electricity every so often; falling asleep to family guy every night, such that we can no longer bear to watch seasons 2 or 3; my crazy cat and tarantula that I dropped off at her house one day, as I scurried to catch a flight for Ireland…
She’s been a great friend all these years, and I’m so happy we got the chance to catch up.
Meren also came down to visit, and that’s been amazing as well. Every time I am around him, I am unable to comprehend how a person like him is possibly real. He is pretty certainly the most interesting person I know, and I’m still trying to figure out how it all fits up there in his brain.
So we all had a great time. We picked up some pumpkins at the country general store, where we stopped for some Chinese dumplings (my favorite thing to eat when I’m home), and took em home to carve them. Of course, I wanted to carve a honey badger into mine, so I set my mom, the artist, to the task of drawing a honey badger stencil on my pumpkin. It’s still a work in progress…the honey badger doesn’t care.
We spent the day just enjoying our surroundings. I really have a gorgeous place I’m lucky enough to call home. And the fall is my favorite season, so coming home to all the beautiful colors and falling leaves is just perfect. My dad came home around 9, and told us there was a meteor shower what we should watch. The stars are amazing here. He made a fire, and we sat out in the dark looking at the fire and the stars.
“I’m so happy I came,” Tabs said. ”I love that you don’t make me do anything. Usually when you go visit people they make you go out and see the town, when I just want to hang out.”
“I feel the same way. That’s what was so great about Bozeman the other day. And really, this is all there is to do around here.”
What fun.
Today, we just wandered around and visited the goats and chickens.
The goats are pretty hilarious. They act as if they haven’t been fed in weeks, going crazy over a handful of feed.
Oh I love being home!
I am just going to spend the next 9 days getting ready for my trip by laying out in the hammock with my books and my notebook, and catching up with all of my friends that are so important to me, but I’ve lost touch with because of my nomadic ways. I’ve already got everything packed and ready to go. Now it’s just time to relax and wait for Election Day, when I fly away to never-never land.
