| 9:15p |
Back home...
I moved back home! Back to the leafy suburbs, where hoons burn the streets up at night, where the buses only arrive every half hour (and every hour on Sundays), where neighbours cross the street to avoid making eye contact. But jokes aside, it feels great to be home. My grandpa finally got out of hospital a week ago, and he was doing so well that I thought it would be okay for me to move back in with my parents. So on Friday, I packed everything up and came back to the 'burbs. I couldn't believe how much stuff I'd packed into that little room in the five weeks I'd lived at my grandparents' place. I also realised how many things I'd bought. There were three new stripey t-shirts, a goofy new handbag, that gyrating flower my mum gave me, red curry paste, pasta (my grandparents mostly eat rice, so I had to buy dried spaghetti), raspberry jam...the list goes on. I didn't know whether I should stay with my grandparents or come back home. There were pros and cons to both. I missed a lot of things about my home, things I didn't even think about before. I missed having a microwave. I missed the sunshine in our backyard. Strangely enough, I also missed the hour-long commute to the city- it always made good reading time. I missed my family, and I missed having church just down the road. I was worried that when I came back home, it wouldn't feel like home any more. So many changes had occurred over those five weeks. But now that I'm back, it feels like I'd never left. The bonus is that I'm much closer to my grandparents now.
And of course, I have lots more stories to tell, but there's never enough time!
Until there's a long weekend every weekend*,
Carla Gypsygirl xxx
*I'm kidding. I'll update again soon, I promise. |