Run’s House:
Due to a small delay, I’m staying with my parents for a few extra days before we hit the road. It’s nice to have a few more days to see people and hang out, but living at my parents’ house again is really weird. It’s even weirder because my brother has gone away to school now, so it’s just the three of us, and I have the whole upstairs to myself, so I find myself keeping a running list in my head of the good and the bad.
Pros:
- cable TV
- abundance of groceries
- playing with our collie
- these little ladybugs that come and land on your shirt when you sit at the computer desk late at night
- chardonnay happy hour during Antiques Roadshow
- my mom waking me up by singing the same little song she would sing to wake us up when we were little
- quality time with my parents
Cons:
- asking to borrow the car
- being asked where I’m going and how long I’ll be there and who I’ll be with
- framed senior picture on the wall? check
- some sort of constantly croaking animal outside my bedroom window every night that sounds like a bullfrog who swallowed a cricket
- climbing into my old bed and suddenly remembering that the last person to sleep there was when I tucked a drunk Jon into it one night this summer while my parents were out of town
- being woken up at the unholy crack of dawn everyday
- quality time with my parents
So it’s a little surreal and trying at times, but it’s nice to have extra time with people. And it was totally worth it all because last night I went to the fair with Tony and Emily and Lauren and ate corndogs and fried pickles and frozen cheesecake dipped in chocolate on a stick, and I could feel my body expanding like the universe, and saw a butter sculpture of Elvis, and sang “Happy Birthday” Marilyn Monroe-style to a local newscaster, and then I rode a mechanical bull in front of about 100 shouting vaqueros, so I think my work here is done.