Lately, I've been so homesick. It's a strange feeling because I'm not used to it at all. I usually never get homesick. It's been making me kind of cynical. I usually get so wrapped up in where I am and what I'm doing that I forget how much I miss being home. But these past few weeks, I haven't been able to forget.
I think the main reason I'm becoming afflicted with this sickness is because I've decided to stay in good ol' P-Town to work for the summer. I've never been away from home for this long before! I miss being in a real house with real dishes and real furniture and real beds and real food and people who have to love you no matter what. I miss waking up and playing the piano in my pajamas. I miss singing along at the top of my lungs and listening to the entire family take turns groaning loudly and begging me to stop.
I miss going grocery shopping at Costco with my mom. I miss reading books on the green couch with my cat snuggled up next to me. I miss getting the mail. I miss lounging around in my parents' room with my family after scripture study (during which I tend to be highly disruptive) and laughing until my stomach and cheeks hurt. I miss taking Lance to In-N-Out and Doughboy's Donuts. I miss being as weird as I want to with my sister. I miss begging Mitchell for just one bite of his cookie dough frozen yogurt that his ex-girlfriend's mom brought him in the middle of the night. I miss finding my dad napping, laying on his back, arms and legs splayed across the bed with a baby blanket draped over his stomach, barely even covering any of him.
I miss laying on my mom's pillow when she wants to go to bed, forcing her to talk to me for longer. I miss parading around the house in basketball shorts size XXL that I bought just because they were $10 and orange, and laughing as my mother made me swear to never wear them in public because they made me look like I weighed 300 pounds. I miss my sister pretending to be an orphan. I miss talking to Lance every morning when he came in to sit on my bed. I miss how excited he was when I took him to the tennis courts or swimming. I miss forcing the whole family to listen to my life stories. I miss cramming the whole family into the car and being ridiculous.
Waaaaa. I'm going to stop now, before I end up changing my mind and take off for home this very instant.
I miss home. Sometimes becoming an adult is way too scary.
This is a video Lance and I made that I've been watching lately to soothe my troubled heart. I think it's hilarious, but I realize that it probably seems really strange/insane to the rest of the world. Enjoy.
P.S. - You may want to turn your volume down before watching. It gets loud in some parts.
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