Things I love about Home

I love the blankets that lie around everywhere.

I love feeling carpet underneath my feet in every room.

I love the quiet. 

I love the trees that surround the house.

I love the shadows that dance on the branches.

I love the birds that perch on the branches outside the kitchen window.

I love the abundance of food in the kitchen.

I love the running trails in the woods behind the house.

I love how dark my bedroom gets.

I love the glow in the dark stars that still stick to my ceiling.

I love my mom.

I love how spacious the house seems.

I love how generous my mom is. She is also offering to provide. "Do you need anything from the grocery store?" "Do you need to see Dr. A (my chiropractor)?" "Do you need to run any errands?" "Is there anything you are craving for me to make?" "Is there anything you need to get to take back to school?" "Are you sure there is nothing for me to pick up from the grocery store that you are in the mood for?" "Do you need a nap?"

I love how time seems to pass more slowly here.

I love being with my sister and laughing about the dumbest things or talking and catching up about our lives.

I love hearing Davis run around the house, being as active as a middle schooler gets.

I love walking with my mom.

I love picking Davis up from school.

I love the quiet.

I love driving around these roads that I know so well.

I love reminiscing on what my high school life was like.

I love looking through old papers and assignments I completed.

I love seeing my Dad when he comes home from the office.

I love looking down at my neighborhood when I am on top of the hill.

I love the sunsets here.

I love the windiness of my neighborhood road.

I love pulling into the cul-de-sac, and seeing the basketball hoop. 

I love how much closet space I have.

I love how that closet space is full of sweatshirts.

I love drinking tea at the kitchen table.

I love eating desserts (nutella, cookies, ice cream, etc.), partially regretting it, but knowing that I will go back to my boring, healthy eating at school, so indulging. 

I love crawling into my bed and being thankful I'm home.

I love waking up and realizing where I am.

I love being close to home.
I love having parents who will drop everything to pick me up on a whim and bring me home for the weekend.

I love the simplicity.

I love the quiet. (Did I say that already? Oh, once or twice, maybe.)

I love talking to my mom in the kitchen.

I love going to bed while my dad is sleeping on the couch, too tired to make it to bed.

I love walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night and knowing that I am the only one awake.

I love seeing their daily lives.

I hate imagining all this happening without me when I am at school. I know that's selfish, but it's true.

I am thankful. I am blessed to have a home as wonderful and precious as this. The old adage goes, "If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were." I have gone. I have returned. My love will always be for these people.