These weren't my first impressions of home, nor were they my only. Neither do they constitute home. They are merely a random compilation of observations.
First of all, I seem to grow shorter every time I see my "little" brothers. The only way I can win when we wrestle is by tickling them. Some may call it cheating. I call it wise. (Okay, maybe a little desperate).
Also, I'm going to have to get used to my new spot at the dinner table. Come to think of it, I'm going to have to get used to having a spot again, period. I don't think I ate in the same spot twice in the cafeteria. I suppose I did eat dinner a couple times at my desk chair or in my bed, but that doesn't really count.
Then there's the shower. Oh, the shower here is beautiful! In the dorms, you had two options: a firehose, or a trickle. I usually bent toward the firehose. The shower here is a perfect in-between, like a summer's rain. Beautiful.
Need I mention the humidity? It's humid enough here that my halo of curls has reappeared. I didn't think I'd ever miss them, but I seriously did. Lovin my crazy curls.
There is one thing that didn't change, and that is the amount of space between the back of my desk chair and my bed. Or maybe it would be more correct to say the lack of. But that's how I like it.
Speaking of beds, my bed here is HUGE and so soft. I remember the first time I jumped onto my bed in the dorm room and my first thought was "ow". My bed at home is as soft as a new layer of mulch and the air here smells so green.
I loved driving around this morning after the rain and smelling beautiful green Georgia. I didn't realize how much I missed my spunky little truck too. Driving home from a job interview with the windows rolled down, blasting Tangled, Frozen, and Tarzan soundtracks . . . almost as good as singing in the shower (which I definitely did not do in the dorms *wink, wink*).
Coming home is like coming home to a musical. There's always laughter, noise, and music of some sort or another.
If song is vocalized joy (and it is) then I've got one of the happiest homes around. I love it.
Candidly,
Cookie
