After graduating college, it’s common and common sense for most ppl to move home. That never happened as I moved w/ Wes and Ted to LA right away, so I actually haven’t lived at home since high school. Though I do miss home and living up here, I do like that visiting home has become an “escape” and serves as mini vacations away from my work life, where I can revisit a place and time before I had to grow up.
One of the greatest things about coming home after being away is the return to familiarity. Familiar places, sights, feelings, roads, friends. It’s the “default”. I often think of home as the “constant” in my life. While everything else in my life is up in the air in a whirlwind of variables, home stays consistent and therefore helps remind me of what’s real, and what’s important.
“Consistent” is a lenient word though, since things do change at home, but for some reason, all the things that really matter are the same. My sister, though we argue a lot less since our teen yrs, she’s still the same. My friends, I sometimes worry because we still act like we’re in high school, except now we’re all working. Parents…yeah, still asking if I’m eating right and staying warm, but thank goodness, I finally have no curfew…SCORE!
As for me? Well, I don’t think I’ve changed that much in the last 10 years either. Besides my pants being a little less baggy, and having to shave more often…I still feel the same . Maybe that’s a bad thing, haha
Even my haircut has stayed the same. Besides buzzing it a couple times, and letting it grow out once 5 yrs ago…I’ve got the same hairdo. I’m boring like that. So since I’m home for the holidays, I had to stop by the old place I used to get my haircut. “Mona Lisa Hair Design” in Fremont. Yeah, around sophomore yr of hs, in efforts to try and be “cool”, I let my mom off the hook, and started going to a barber. Since we had cousins in Fremont, 40 min away, I got my haircut here, a Chinese place, when we went to visit them every few weeks. My mom said “chinese ppl know how to cut chinese ppl’s hair better.” I had a crush on the young lady who cut my hair, never told her. Tina was her name. sigh. Told you I haven’t changed.
Another thing I like about coming home… The shower heads are really high.
Back to LA in a couple days. Back to…low shower heads.
A new year in a few days. Are you kidding me?