Monday, November 7, 2011

A Stop at Home

It's been one month since my first night in my own place and I have had no disasters yet. I haven't burnt the place down due to a microwave error and there have been no floods, spills, stains, or anything else that would not be good.

Still though it feels as if this is just a temporary stop for surely I will be returning to home sometime soon, right? As much as I've traveled this year it does feel as if this is just a stop over despite having all my "stuff" here.

Yesterday was the first of three days of the 2011 Parents as Teachers conference. On the way home I stopped by "home" where my dad made stew. Walking in was weird as this felt as if this were the return home. Yet, contrary to how I felt it should be, my stuff wasn't there. It was home, but yet it was like a home of yesteryear.

The first thing I did when I got inside was to say hello to Teddy the Yorkie. Being on my own, petless, I have discovered just how much pets mean to me. The sense of happiness and contentment I had just holding him was something that I have missed very much. "Get a dog" you say? Yeah, that would be nice but as Rob said when he was here, "Aaron, if you get a dog or cat they will grow to hate you since you are gone so much." Maybe someday.

It was nice to eat a real meal that didn't come pre-made in a can and it felt as if the past month didn't happen. I wanted to go into the back room and hop on Bejeweled 3 and try to better my score, but as I looked back there the room I remembered was gone.

Time passed and it was time to leave. I said goodbye to the Yorkie and headed... headed... home. It still feels weird to say that!

1 comment:

  1. Maybe it's a good idea for you to ask your parents to teach you to cook a few meals, so you don't need to eat pre-made dinner out of a can? Or maybe attend a cooking workshop?
    Just some idead. :)