A Sense of Home

[jlailin]

 I've arrived in my new home, and I immediately feel pangs of homesickness.  Chicago is fantastic, but home is just home.  Nothing can quite compare.  I feel that through moving and going through crazy things with roommates, I've come to appreciate home anew.  Not having to worry about feeding yourself is amazing.  Having a clean, organized house is astounding. 

Here my house is anything but clean and organized; meal times are no longer regulated; there is no mother dedicated to taking care of the house.  It is really quite amazing how much work mothers get done.

Through the years I had become disillusioned with home--I loved it but didn't want to stay long because it took me away from being productive.  Now I suppose I've just gotten tired.  When I left, I was tired of cleaning up after people's messes, tired of moving, tired of being stressed out.  Home was like a soothing balm that healed everything.  It was like being wrapped up in a giant, snugly blanket on a cold, miserable day.  And though the blanket doesn't seem like that much, it somehow makes everything better.

Perhaps I am being whiny, but I am hungry and tired and I want my blanket back.

Comments

[ancienthearts]

I understand how you feel, hun. I love Fukuoka, but home is home, and I can't imagine living anywhere else permanently. And living on your own really does make you appreciate how much mums get done!

Hope you start feeling better soon, as you begin settling in to your new place. がんばってね。 ♥