Saturday, February 25, 2006

Back Home

I'm home already. Boyfriend had family business to take care of here, so we flew up together yesterday. I haven't even been home for 24 hours yet. The weird (and sad) thing is, I feel miserable.

I feel really guilty saying that, and perhaps I'm exaggerating. Okay, so I'm not ripping my hair out of my head. But I did find myself wondering where I could go today - a restaurant, a library, a Starbucks - to get the fuck out of my house. I have also debated the merits of remaining here for two weeks so that I can attend Kid Sisters' birthday party, even though that shouldn't be an issue because I already promised I'd stay for it. I'm a terrible daughter and sister who ought to be turned out of the house in her petticoats.

Ironically, if anyone in my family read my blog, or knew I felt this way, they would be puzzled as to why. I am also puzzled as to why. Sure, there's usually a mess (Mother works full-time, there are three children under the age of five, and Sister doesn't believe in cleaning. Oh, and I fled the state.), and whether people are fighting or getting along swimmingly there is still a commotion, simply because of the number of people here. Maybe I have a patience problem, but I feel so utterly depressed when I am in this house. I loved seeing everyone when we arrived yesterday, but I am just dying to go back. It's not like the South is some kind of utopia, but it's just far enough and quiet enough to appear that way to me.

I love everyone in this house dearly, but... pray for me.


fp said...

pray for u... of course! u rock

hang out with u... soon hopefully
give the cell a call, (fyi -thursday i have no school)

A. Estella Sassypants said...

Good thoughts your way. It's ok to admit being driven nuts by your fam sometimes. It's as natural as bird poop.


What she said.

sojourness said...

Thanks guys.