Homeward Bound
Oh, the obligatory trip home to spend time with the parents for the holidays... Time spent by passing the hours shopping for food, revisting the places you used to hang out, and listening to stories about people you used to be close to. It always seems like parents have the knack to talk about people you haven't thought of in years... what they are up to, who they are dating, where they live, what jobs they have. If you actually cared about these people, you would call them to find out the information yourself. Parents seem to be a wealth of knowledge about the most random facts relating to aquaintances.
Being home, or where you used to call home(it is now just your parent's house), seems like a combination trip to the distant aunt or uncle's house and bad trip back into time. You see people you haven't seen in a while that haven't left. You also see new buildings and new people in the old buildings. This is what we like to call progression of time without you. Depressing and odd, yet familiar and comforting at the same time. It is an amazing mesh of new and old, like a painting that has been touched up. There are lines that are so familiar and inviting laced with little touches of new paint over a full canvas.
Lastly, there is the inevitable spotting of someone you are trying to avoid or don't really care to see- the ex. There is that random spotting of the ex where you least expect them to be, at Target for instance. A rush of feelings all at once. That passion you once felt and the feelings of breaking up all mixed together. Almost as bad as an awkward conversation with Dr. Flynn Medicine Woman over her alleged needle sticks that precipitated her couple of treatments for Syphilis. Needle stick, sure it was. Needless to say, the situation is fairly awkward to hear about your professor's IM injections of Benzathine Penicillin for a sexually transmitted infection.
Anyways, I know that not everyone feels the same way that I do. Some people enjoy going home and visting parents and family. Some people enjoy it so much they would do it every weekend if they could. Not me. I love my parents, just not the other factors of going "home."
Being home, or where you used to call home(it is now just your parent's house), seems like a combination trip to the distant aunt or uncle's house and bad trip back into time. You see people you haven't seen in a while that haven't left. You also see new buildings and new people in the old buildings. This is what we like to call progression of time without you. Depressing and odd, yet familiar and comforting at the same time. It is an amazing mesh of new and old, like a painting that has been touched up. There are lines that are so familiar and inviting laced with little touches of new paint over a full canvas.
Lastly, there is the inevitable spotting of someone you are trying to avoid or don't really care to see- the ex. There is that random spotting of the ex where you least expect them to be, at Target for instance. A rush of feelings all at once. That passion you once felt and the feelings of breaking up all mixed together. Almost as bad as an awkward conversation with Dr. Flynn Medicine Woman over her alleged needle sticks that precipitated her couple of treatments for Syphilis. Needle stick, sure it was. Needless to say, the situation is fairly awkward to hear about your professor's IM injections of Benzathine Penicillin for a sexually transmitted infection.
Anyways, I know that not everyone feels the same way that I do. Some people enjoy going home and visting parents and family. Some people enjoy it so much they would do it every weekend if they could. Not me. I love my parents, just not the other factors of going "home."
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