Being at home this weekend was surreal. Everything was so strangely familiar, yet so distant. Sitting on my couch, taking a shower, sleeping in a quiet, DARK, bedroom...it was just weird.
I didn't sleep on the bus Thursday night. On the exit and return trips to Chicago, married creepsters who fidgeted a lot decided I was a good seat partner. Oh, Megabus. Of course I was wired on convenience store coffee by the time I got home, and so when Dad picked me up, we had lots to talk about.
Thus I slept until 2 PM on Friday. Then I headed over to see my grandma and aunt to have dinner. But the real event Friday night was of course, seeing Cassie. She damn near killed me when she hugged me, but that embrace made the married creepsters so worth it. We went to JR's new house in Clifton, got slightly intoxicated, and watched Fantasia--a perfectly us evening. As a college student, I should drink more beer than water but the beer I had Friday night was the first I'd had since school started. It was so, so delicious.
Saturday meant Valley Thrift, Gabriel Brothers, and El Rancho Grande, three fantastically Hagen family activities. I got lots of warm clothes and boots for cheap, which was a good decision considering that winter was totally here when I got off the bus last night. Dad asked me what I needed for my birthday...I said computer speakers since mine broke. The two of us got to spend some alone time together to go get them. I then got to play all the cool stuff I've found while here for Dad--a 15 minute "Cortez the Killer," the Afghan Whigs covering "Can't Get Enough of Your Love."
Overall it really was a splendid weekend. I do miss things about Cincinnati--mostly the people--but not enough to not want to come back here.
I'm not really looking forward to slaving away over sausage gravy at Bobs over Christmas break, but its going to be necessary. Trying to get back together with those people is going to be weirder than weird. But, even weirder is going to be getting back together with the high school chaps and trying to do exactly that, be high school chaps. I just feel so different than I did even two months ago--especially in terms of people who I hang out with. Should be interesting...
In other news, I am in love with this song currently. I seem to know where this video takes place...
Monday, October 27, 2008
...In which our heroine thinks about home.
Posted by Katydid at 5:45 PM
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Those first few visits home are freaky. I remember my very first one so distinctly - slipping back into old roles with friends and absolutely hating how easy it was to be that same person, a person that I'd felt I'd grown out of (in like two months, as if that were possible).
I pledged then to not be the same person that I'd been in high school, and I worked really hard during my visits home over those college years to not slip into that same place in the friendship group. It took a while, but it let me see myself a lot better.
And have you seen the whole of I am Trying to Break Your Heart?
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