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[19 Jul 2008|09:56am] |
Ok, so let's talk about being home.
I actually kind of love my parent's new house. I was unsure about their descriptions of it over the phone, but actually, for once at least, they weren't exaggerating. I can't vouch for their sense of interior design, but that aside, it's almost perfect. Well, while I was there I kept thinking it was perfect for me, but I know they feel the same way (for themselves) too. I think one of the nicest things about the place is the huge yard that leads to a lake. I mean, space alone is whatever, but being directly on a lake keeps the place incredibly cool, especially at night. I think that means I need to live on a lake some day too.
Seeing my family was, as usual, a mixed bag. I can appreciate their company, but I have a hard time relating to them. This time, though, instead of tramping off as quickly as I could, I hung around for most of the days and waited until evening to go out and do stuff. Actually, I was there for five days and I only went out twice, so go me. I saw Will and Rachel & Matt separately, unsurprisingly, because they still aren't able to hang out in a group. Hurt feelings and all that. Will and I went out for dinner and a drink at a couple places whose names I forget. I think Will and I have come to a good place in our friendship, because the time spent together felt as unlabored as it would with any of my other friends. This is definitely a change from high school, or even a few years ago. I wanted to go to his bonfire on Saturday, but I ended up staying out too late to do so.
I saw Rachel a few times, once with Matt in tow. It was nice, most of the time, and I appreciated her patience with my dad, who can get on her nerves quite a bit. However, I don't think, as she implied, that her quiet goodwill was that much work. I have, after all, met her family, and I know how trying they can be. Still, I was glad she came over and spent time with me at the house, since my parents would've been unhappy with me leaving each day that I was home. So, she came over and had dinner a played Mancala for a little while.
I should go back for a second. We also hung out on Saturday, Rachel, Matt & I. In lieu of having to be creative, we went to Friday's (to no one's surprise) and to see Hancock. Hancock was pretty good, a little expected, but (mostly) worth the money spent. Let's, however, talk about Matt for a moment. He seems nice and inoffensive. That's all I can really say though, since he barely spoke at all the entire time we were all together. I thought that maybe he was nervous, and he probably was, but first impressions, you know? I'm not going to see much of him, as Rachel's new bf even, because this I live so far away, and soon, I'll be even further. It's not like high school where we could all hang out every other day, so this first meeting was, I don't know, crucial. I know Matt is better for Rachel, but he does lack the flare Will brought to our lives. Well, flare, chaos and frustration might be more accurate. I don't dislike Matt, per se, I just wasn't able to get a read on him at all.
Tuesday I came back to Mt. Pleasant. We were supposed to leave at 2am, which was an ill-conceived idea from the start. I knew that neither of my parents was going to get up that early, nor did I want to myself. Instead, my mom woke me up at 6 and she & I went alone. Savanna & my dad were apparently upset by this change of plan, but they were both sleeping anyway when we left. And besides, Savanna said she didn’t want to go and my dad, despite being awoken by my mother, didn’t say anything about wanting to come along. So. Besides, I always feel like I spend more time with my dad while I’m home than I do with my mom because he’s needier. This was time well spent too. Pretty much the whole way home I had her tell me stories about my family, things I hadn’t heard before. And, as it turns out, my family — people I don’t know, that is — is pretty interesting. I was unaware that my grandpa was a Mason, that a great-grandpa was an opera singer, that a great uncle was the international president of the Iron Cobra (or something like that), which is a biker gang, and that a different great uncle owns the deed to Liberty, Mississippi. Oh, I forgot to mention that my patrilineal great-grandfather was a member of the KKK before becoming a pastor at a black church. I was surprised I had never heard any of these facts before. Apparently, though, given both of my parents storied childhoods, these kinds of things are not as interesting as they seem.
I’m happy to be back in Mt. Pleasant. I always leave my parent’s place feeling a bit melancholy and nostalgic, and I look forward to getting back to my normal life. One day at a time though.
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