Day 311: Its good to be home

Today is the day I flew back home with my high school friend the Glamour Girl for her 20 year reunion.

Yes I said ‘her’ 20 year reunion, because I went to mine last year. She didn’t actually graduate from my school but was invited back to reconnect.

Once again I procrastinated the packing, I swear if I get any worse I’m going to be buying clothes and a suitcase when I get to my destination.

I decided to get up early and pack this morning. Since I’m staying at my parents house I can use most of their toiletries and I’ll be in good shape. I also didn’t need to analyze the wardrobe too heavily. I am heading back to a town of 2,000 people in the middle of the country. A few pair of shorts, a few t-shirts, flip flops and I’m pretty well set for the weekend.

It seemed like a good plan, but thank goodness I had extra time. I don’t even know how it happened because I’m always cutting everything too close. Somewhere, someone was looking out for me today because when I got within 30 minutes of leaving (which is usually the time I’m frantically running through the house trying to gather everything) one of my cats got stuck in the handles of a paper shopping bag.

This isn’t a tragedy by any means, but it freaked the little guy out. He was running hysterically around the house with the bag trailing behind him. All he wanted to do was get away from it, but he couldn’t because the handles were struck around his torso. He ran in circles from the kitchen to the living room down the hall to the bedroom and back out… then back into the kitchen where one side of the bag finally ripped off when he ran past something but half of the bag was still attached,.. and still making noise.

While it was going on I tried to get him to calm down so I could help him, but it was pointless, so then I started to think… maybe I should get my video camera? I could win some money with this video… no… I had to help the little guy.

He finally settled under the bed, which is too tight a space for me to get under so I did the next best thing. I took the bed apart. Off came the duvet… and the pillows.. then I shoved the matress off , when I got to the box springs he sauntered out and I was able to help him out of his situation.

I have no idea how it happened, but I still managed to make it everywhere with plenty of time even after the fiasco!

After a long flight, and a day of travel we were finally home. It feels nice to be here. There is something about being here on this trip that seems different to me and I don’t know why. My sister is back too, so the entire family is here, along with my friend who is staying with us.

It all seems more familiar. We got to my parents house and got settled, and then ate a typical meal for us. Meat, potatoes, some other veggies, a salad and dessert. We all sat around the table like we always do, and like we always did growing up. My friend, the Glamour Girl, looked at me during dinner and said ‘do you do this all the time?’ and I said ‘yes’, because this is how it was when we were growing up.

It seems so hard to fathom right now, because it has been 20 years since it’s happened consistently, but yes.. this is how I was raised… and it was good. Not many people can say that, and I’m proud I am one of them.

The conversation centered around fun Christmas stories growing up, and some of our own eccentric behaviors, but it was all good fun and filled with laughter. The baseball game was on the tv in the background, life was good.

The Glamour Girl and I decided we would head off to meet up with one of our other high school friends who still lives in my hometown and I went outside to let my family know.

They had gone down to the pond behind my house to feed the fish… which is a bit of a ritual around here. While I was walking back up the hill to get in the car it hit me again…. it is really nice here. That’s not something I say very often, but today it seemed more true than usual.

The cool humid air at dusk, the moist cool grass, and the lightning bugs were all around. All symbols of my childhood and all were back for me to reminisce.

Once we got to the bar and started catching up with our friend, the flood of memories came rushing back. We were reliving all of our crazy, and not so crazy antics. It was so much different than my reunion last year. I think this should be the reunion. You should just find your best girlfriends from that time and make a point to get together and hang out. That’s what it’s all about, not sitting around asking people you haven’t seen in 20 years whether they got married, had kids, or what they do for a living.

Tonight was real…. and it was nice. When we got back home, there was one last reminder of the simple place, and simple time I come from… and it was directly above us. We looked up and there was a blanket of stars shining down upon us. Here, I swear, you can see all of them. There are no lights to distrort their beauty, just black night, and the twinkle from above. Absolutely stunning.


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