Home is Where the Heart Is (and by "heart" I mean "free food")

Tuesday, February 2, 2010
3:11 PM  Groundhog Day

Home again, home again jiggity jig...  A very wise woman named Mother Goose once said those words after going to market to buy a fat pig.  As a vegetarian I find I can't relate, but I like the rhyme scheme, and I can't help but do a little jig every time I come home (my mother can attest to this as I was just doing a jig in the Evergreen Walk parking lot this afternoon).  Anyway, the point is, I'm home.  By some miracle I managed to get Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off (I was assured this would never happen again), so I jumped at the chance to spend a few days at home.  I don't like the feeling of not knowing when I'll get home again, so I'm trying to squeeze every ounce of home time I can get out of these few days, including taking a very early train back to NYC tomorrow, just so I can spend an extra night here.

Unfortunately, the world doesn't stop just because I come home (though it should), so Mom, Dad, and Kaitlyn have still had to go to work and school, though Mom managed to take part of today off to buy me things.  I don't mind being home alone though... simply being in a roach-free environment is enough to make me want to lick the base boards.  Compared to my apartment, the kitchen here is STOCKED, and the basic cable I just got in New York pales in comparison to the home package which includes Bravo and E! and the Food Network.  Watching those channels is like reuniting with long lost friends.  I'd also been putting off doing laundry in New York (I believe my words were, "You mean I have to lug my dirty laundry two blocks, sit there and watch it wash and dry, and then lug it back???"), so all I packed to come home with was dirty laundry.  Literally.  The morning after the SNL gig, I got up and folded loads of dirty laundry to fit into one giant suitcase.  Dad suspects this was my real reason for coming home.

But whether it's the laundry or the television or the free food that I used to complain we never had enough of, it's good to be back. I kind of wish I wasn't going back to NYC.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till it's gone? (FYI: Another very wise woman named Joni Mitchell said that.)

Love,
Tara