Hey guys!
Time is flying by. Every time I turn around I'm ripping off another day of my 30 Rock quote calendar, and sometimes I have to rip off two or three days of quotes at a time.
I've been looking forward to my Hendricks Days break, so the time passing quickly was, for a while, a delightful thing. HOWEVER!
Lately when I've been texting mom about the logistics of my visit, I keep accidentally referring to Marlboro as "home." As in "Great! When do you think you can bring me home, Tuesday night or Wednesday morning?"
When I realized I was doing this, I was all:
O_______o
How can I have two places I identify as "home"? Which is home and which is the imitation? Why does Plato now seamlessly work it's way into how I think about things? *shakes head vigorously in an attempt to rid of RLP references*
But then I stopped freaking out about it. I think it's OK that Marlboro is home now too - just like this summer when Nellie pointed out that Tower Co. is a legitimate second family. The idea that there's room for more than one family or home is a wonderful thing to me. I know that going to Marblehead is going to be great, but I also know I'll actually miss Marlboro and my Marlboro family while I'm away. I guess 2 months is a long time.
Anyway, regardless of my home identity shift, I'll be so happy to see Booths and Boothdom! I've been listening to The Edge of Glory in preparation for singing it with Jenny.
Gus, I enjoy your book-y posts.
Tory, I hope bunny farm is safe from the monster kitty.
Nellie, call me back gosh darn it. Stupidface.
Time is flying by. Every time I turn around I'm ripping off another day of my 30 Rock quote calendar, and sometimes I have to rip off two or three days of quotes at a time.
I've been looking forward to my Hendricks Days break, so the time passing quickly was, for a while, a delightful thing. HOWEVER!
Lately when I've been texting mom about the logistics of my visit, I keep accidentally referring to Marlboro as "home." As in "Great! When do you think you can bring me home, Tuesday night or Wednesday morning?"
When I realized I was doing this, I was all:
O_______o
How can I have two places I identify as "home"? Which is home and which is the imitation? Why does Plato now seamlessly work it's way into how I think about things? *shakes head vigorously in an attempt to rid of RLP references*
But then I stopped freaking out about it. I think it's OK that Marlboro is home now too - just like this summer when Nellie pointed out that Tower Co. is a legitimate second family. The idea that there's room for more than one family or home is a wonderful thing to me. I know that going to Marblehead is going to be great, but I also know I'll actually miss Marlboro and my Marlboro family while I'm away. I guess 2 months is a long time.
Anyway, regardless of my home identity shift, I'll be so happy to see Booths and Boothdom! I've been listening to The Edge of Glory in preparation for singing it with Jenny.
Gus, I enjoy your book-y posts.
Tory, I hope bunny farm is safe from the monster kitty.
Nellie, call me back gosh darn it. Stupidface.
HOME IS WHERE YOUR HEART IS
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