A minor case of homesickness
May 20, 2007 | Filed under: Gruyere With That Wine
“Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.” ~Charles Dickens
Before offering to pass me a joint, Neil asked how Upstate is treating me. It’s treating me like it’s red headed bastard stepchild who stole the neighbor’s 16-year-old son’s virginity after filling him up with Magic Hat and shots of vodka. I’ve already been in a car accident and from what I understand there are points involved and an increase in insurance and this must be the result of sleeping with the above 16 year old.
And with that, I made an impromptu meeting/overnight trip to DC - at my old office building which probably doesn’t help with the whole separation thing. During which I did my most favorite activity: randomly ringing people’s doorbells and just showing up; which is just something that I do. Only to be showered with hugs and baby kisses and wine and possibly singing selections from Rent. And perhaps a vodka tonic or two.
And it was all so, so good.
But since then – yesterday – I keep waking up and forgetting where I am and where I’m supposed to be. Though there’s something to be said for having two residences and two beds of my very own. I woke up from a nap this afternoon and briefly contemplated getting up to finish packing because I had to have a flight or something to catch to somewhere because I don’t actually LIVE here. But I do live here. In a small town where there are Targets everywhere but no Sephora and with my mother. But where things are significantly cheaper and when the washing machine starts dumping water all over the place, my father can be right over.
Yet it still doesn’t feel like home.
heather anne says:
You can ring my doorbell any time you’re in north Georgia. I’ll give you vodka; I won’t do your laundry. I don’t even do my laundry.
You’re actually the one who inspired me to not fold my laundry. So now I’ll probably stop doing laundry all together now. My mother will love that.
Neil says:
But I just looked online for cool places to eat in your area, and someone said that “Debbie’s Kitchen” makes the best sandwiches ever! I expect a report.
Ok, I just googled it. Dill havarti which equals deliciousness. Expect a report by week’s end.
Dagny says:
I occasionally have vodka but there’s always wine — from TJ’s. And usually lots of cheese.
Please, don’t mention the TJ’s. I miss it so very much. I’m sad.
mdvelazquez says:
I always have wine and cheese if you travel down state.
I wish I could forget it is Monday
Hmmm I like a little cheese to go with all the whining.
HollowSquirrel says:
You have to edit your post now with the FANTASTICALLY FANTASTIC and well-timed announcement that a Sephora is coming! A Sephora is coming!
But FYI– our doorbell doesn’t always work. So knock and I will poor the wine & put on RENT (can I sing Roger’s parts? Please?). Jojo may or may not give kisses, but he does good hugs.
OH YES! Sephora is coming! Here! To Upstate NY! Which means I won’t have to check my luggage just for stocking up on over 3 oz of Philosphy product! Tis a miracle.
Angela says:
Yes, I’ve only lived in the vicinity of a Sephora and a Trader Joe’s for 2 months now, and I can’t even imagine going back. But I’m sure eventually it will start to feel like home, and even then you’ll just be a car ride away from your old home, so that doesn’t hurt!
Arjewtino says:
It takes time, believe me.
(Notice there was nothing sarcastic, smarmy, or mean about that comment? I AM able to be kind sometimes. Don’t tell anyone.)