there are just things that i like. i don’t know why i like them, but i do.
i really like spending time wtih my family. actually, i just like my family. extended, close, cousins, uncles, non-blood, too much blood, random and unrelated. family. all of it. all i want to do sometimes is let this itchy and uncomfortable window open and let all my little anxieties and worry float away, sent off to get stabbed and spat on by the insatiable wit and sarcasm that makes my family… my family.
like, ok, being up at the farm this past weekend for thanksgiving was a little bit like being in australia, with that itchy window spread wide. not only were phones dotting in and out of service, but my cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents and i drifted so far away from our homes and problems, it was as if we had taken on new accents. and pet wallabies.
the accents, though, some of us really did. (“no one on da cohnuh has swaggoh liike us.”) but that’s only a certain few of the s-gents. the ones that can roll their tongues and eyes just right.
truly though, the lack of connection sits so well with me. being at the farm allowed me to breathe easier, eat slower, laugh a little more obnoxiously, hug a little more obnoxiously, and love my roots.
upon coming home, i was swiftly reminded on just how much glossy adventure one four day weekend can hold for the seniors of good old OLHS. not only is every single math and science academy kid dating now, they are all going about it wrong. rebounds, text-love, and whispery drama, galore!
never have i been so pleased to run and join my classmates in their unending hymns of fate and dawdling through shimmy-shimmy-quarter-turned love actions and reactions. no, gag me, actually, i was fully not ready to come back to the beach. i like the fresh air.
it’s all just a bit loaded and stuffed back home.
kinda like a turkey.
happy holidays, for now.
