Some Do, Some Don’t

Anticipation is a good thing. It can make you anxious, but it’s anxious in an excited sort of way. Life should be exciting, even if stressful at times. Hey, a lot better than boring, right? The plane stopped and the real anticipation set in…would I feel the same, would I want to go back, would I be missed, would my house feel like my house, would I sleep well and make it through the busy week, would I cry for not being able to see my brother and his family, would I learn that Dad is more sick than he let on, would I feel sad that my friends have things I don’t have, would I feel remorse for giving up a great promotion?

Along with that was the excited kind of anticipation…ah, my biscuit is going to feel so good, Giada is healthy and thriving, my mom is smiling, Dad’s appointments are going well, confirmation that I made the right choice (happened as soon as I felt the cold air chill me to the bone), and on and on…

So, I was happy to see that some things change and some don’t. It’s a good feeling either way. On the one hand I am psyched that I made the decision to follow a different path, to be interesting rather than uninteresting, to do SOMETHING, other than follow the prescribed timeline by society, while I work to figure what I want to do when I grow up. On the other hand how grateful I was to see that my home is still my home, just need to put those pictures back on the wall for the full effect. Sorry P, I know you don’t like clutter, but I like to see the shining faces of my peeps morning, noon and night. How lucky that my car started. How happy it makes me to meet with friends – lives change, circumstances change, but the friendship, the laughter, the comfortableness didn’t change.

I putzed in the house till 2:30 am after landing. How fun to go through my stack of mail! A nice feeling to recycle so many catalogs (working on the unsubscribe list) without having even an ounce of “Oh boy, I want to look inside and have something for me.” Bye bye Pottery Barn, I don’t need you or want you right now.

Then I slept, like a baby, till Jactor rang at 10:00am and Giz and Jen showed up by 11. Way cool to know people want to chat and reconnect with you. Jactor was on the money with the economy updates, Jen was still dropping Fbombs and Giz was still giggling. And of course there’s Piela…when asked “Do you miss Mama?” his reply was “I miss having something living around”…home sweet home.

Although I’m downsizing and am happy living out of my suitcase right now it was pretty euphoric to open my “accessory” closet. “Accessory closet” perfect example of over abundance. Anyhoo, gotta love having a new scarf for each new fall day. The ride to The Bridge was lovely with the leaves and my scarf flowing in the wind, my awful singing with the radio flowing through the airwaves.

I was greeted by old friends, and now their children, with open arms. Hugs for Auntie Ren from the kids, priceless. After, pulled pork and pumpkin cheesecake for dinner, talk about a nice fall meal.

At Nana’s house, whoa, the love. Family, family friends (there’s only one Ella in the world), and new family (Puck is way cool). Add her super duper “eat you up couch”, crazy, crunchy cinnamon twists and Nana’s classic one-liners and you know you’re home. About Obama, “He’s no Hilary, but he’s no Bush either.”

Let’s on a high note for now.