A Sense of Home
Jan. 7th, 2012 11:24 am 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.
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.