There's no place like home

I love coming home. It's the one place where everything is familiar. It's a good feeling tohave one place that when you come back it's as you left it. Well, with a few minor changes.

I got home last night and it was already 9pm so there wasn't much to do or anywhere to go. I chatted with my parents for a bit and then my Dad went to bed. My Mom had some things to do so I headed down to the basement to rifle through the boxes of my stuff that are piled down there.

It took me quite a few boxes before I found the All About Me book. In all the shuffling around I uncovered so many things I'd long forgotten about. That is one of the best parts of coming home, you are reminded of all the things you've forgotten because you don't encounter them every day.

I found a stack of books I hadn't read, old magazines, a couple of fairy tales I had written and illustrated when I was a kid, all my short stories in my old writing folder. It is such a strange feeling to open a box and find your past inside. It reminds you of where you came from and how much you survive to get to where you are now.

At the end of the night I hauled all the stuff I want to take back with me upstairs and went to bed. My bedroom is now the guest room and they have a queen size bed in there with this cozy down comforter and huge fluffy pillows. I loved just flopping into it. It was so cozy and there is just so much room in a queen size bed. It was really nice. Great to be home.

Today reminded me of Dzaidziu. I helped my parents prime his shed. They had already scraped it and we primed it so it looks a lot nicer. It was starting to get really awful with all the paint peeling and flaking off. Everything is so different without him here. It's like the world is just wrong without him. He should be here. The house doesn't feel like the same house without him sitting in his spot on the couch. I have to catch myself from saying "Where's Dzaidziu."

When I'm in their house I feel like I'm constantly searching for a missing piece even though my logical mind knows I won't find it but, I can't stop looking. I don't think you ever really adjust to someone passing away. I think you are forever left with a part of your heart missing.

The rest of the afternoon I spent with Karen. She took me grocery shopping with Justin's son Parker. He's going to be three soon and he's just like a little person now. He is going to be one tall kid cause he already looks 5 by height. He had a good trip because Karen bought him a zamboni matchbox car.

When I stop to think about what we were doing I'd have to shake my head in amazement because it is still hard to believe that we are at the age of marriage, children and mortgages. It's so bizarre to see my friend being a step-Mom. So this is what being an adult is I guess. My brain still feels like the days of Karen and I cruising around Boulevard in her little blue escort were yesterday. Time flies faster than you think. I have a maid of honour speech to be writing soon.