I don't know what it is about sitting in front of this computer that makes me want to pour my heart out. As I sit in this uncomfortable wrought iron chair, I worry that each keystroke is going to wake up my sleeping parents and that my bottom will never quite recover from the lack of padding on the seat. Still, though, my heart feels compelled to speak. My fingers fly across the keyboard.
Life is certainly different now. I keep reminding myself that, "Yeah, this is what it feels like to grow up." My mom has been really sick, my jobs are insane, my love life is crackling with energy, my house needs cleaning, and my friends need moral support. But this isn't really anything out of the ordinary to you, is it, my darlings? My life is just like yours.
I got into Denver late tonight, and sat in the kitchen eating some pizza. My mom was speaking regularly and was even playing with Super Boo the Wonder Pup (aka Bootilicious, or Boo Jangles). A great warmth spread through my body as I saw her acting like the mom I remembered. I smiled as I scanned the kitchen and saw my dad sitting on the counter and my sister sorting through all her herbs, popping pills one by one. This is how I remember most of the holidays.
I am excited for tomorrow. I am psyched to sit around the family table and eat corn. I am looking foward to watching football and getting bored, trying to read a book, then just giving up and napping. I want to eat all the black olives off the table before the food is ready, talk to my man on the phone in hushed tones, and check my email obsessively. I want to wear my comfy pants and fuzzy socks, and not care about whether or not my hair looks cute.
I want to soak in every single moment of this. I am becoming acutely aware that these holidays will come to an end someday, and I want to appreciate them to the last drop while they are in full swing. I want to love everyone here with all my heart and make their life better for the weekend, you know? Contribute as a way of saying thank you for making me the person I am today.
I am gonna take pictures, make jokes, and tell stories. Get my tanks filled up before I travel back home, only to have them sucked dry again. I will do some sit ups along the way, but otherwise, pilates stays in LA. This weekend is for us.
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