I remember running around in cutoff jeans shorts with my sister under the Weeping Willow tree on Nemo Road, catching lightning bugs. We used to grab a glass jar, poke holes in the lid and fill that jar with those crawling bugs.
Now, Sofia runs through the yard, collecting as many as she can hold in her little hand and I have to fight with her not to bring them in the house to give to my mom.
I'm sitting in my air-conditioned bedroom typing on my mom's laptop as Jordan fights some Playstation battle next to me. I wear a scarf to bed, and my mom looks at me in horror, but I just can't get used to the air-conditioning, there is no ac in my house in Italy.
I'm catching up on things like Snap Boogie and Anna Graceman, amber alerts and the outrageous prices of everything since the last time we were here.
As I stood in line waiting for my chocolate snowball, I heard the Michael Buble song "Home" for the first time while "at home". Strange sensation.
In any case, we're relaxing. For the first time, in a very, very long time, I feel relaxed. And I feel like the only people who need me are in this house with me.
Home sweet home...
1 comment:
So when are you moving back? Sounds like home is where your heart is American Girl!!!! I understand. There's no place like it. I only live across the country -- but there's nothing that compares to the carefree feeling you get in your Parent's home. Even tho you're an adult and have your kids there...there's something about being able to be "a kid" to someone again. No matter how old we get (and sister, we are getting old!) We're still our Mommy's and Daddy's baby!!!! Thanks goodness for that wonderful feeling. Enjoy your trip home and if you get a chance...get over to S&H for a Monte Cristo. It isn't on the menu anymore, but the owner assured me the last time I was there that he would put one together for me the next time I was in. If you've never had it -- you don't know what you're missing. You can only have one a year or you'll have a heart attack! xoxo
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