Yeah, I am ripping off the lyrics to the Cross Canadian Ragweed song but for me it is so true. Although most of my friends have moved away from Edmond, there is just something about being home that takes me back to high school. Maybe it is the fact that my room remains basically unchanged since then. Or the fact that high school binders can still be found stacked in a corner behind my closet door. Or maybe because my walls are littered with painted flowers, old pictures and posters of band that have long ago broken up.
I spend my time home with my family 24/7. I watch Fox News with my dad or his new favorite show, House Hunters International. I sip coffee with my mom in the mornings because we are both early risers. I watch my sister and her husband do their homework or sometimes offer my two cents. At other times, I see my sister wrangling her two children who have more energy than even I can keep up with. I cheer at my niece Kristen’s dance recital as she twirls and prances. I push my littlest niece Sophia on her tricycle since she can’t quite reach the petals. I don’t do any of these things when I am not home except for the coffee drinking part of course. I love being home and getting to do thing that I can only do with my family. I realize to the average person these things do not seem especially interesting or entertaining but that’s why they’re special to me. I treasure each moment because I only get to see my family twice a year.
Not everything was uneventful while I was home. My parents and I went to the musical “Sunset Boulevard,” which I found slightly ironic since I often drive on the iconic street in Los Angeles. I forced my family, who are creatures of habit, out of their comfort zones and to try new restaurants. We sampled a Brazilian brunch and an upscale, comfort food feast. At midnight July 14, my sister and I patiently waited for the final Harry Potter to air, which to many signaled the end to an era. One of my nieces turned five and had her first big girl party! I was able to catch up with a good friend who I hadn’t seen in literally years. On my second to last day, I took a little day trip to Tulsa to see my other good friend. It was nice seeing my friends since I don’t know the next time I will see them. Saying goodbye to my family was more than a little sad. With four nieces running around and my sisters trying to load them into cars, we took some quick pictures, and I was off to the airport. I miss my family dearly and can’t wait until I see them all again at Christmas! By that time, I will be 24 (yikes!) and my oldest niece will be a teenager (double yikes!). Funny how so much happens in six months.
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