finally home
Dec. 20th, 2004 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchyomigod i am home. in the psuedo drafty victorian attic apt that i have never loved so much as i do today. no more pristine house, with no non-toxic food, and snarky comments and the tv always on. oh wait. always on LOUD. last night, after crazy go go go from 6am - 9:30 pm i was treated to the charming ways of the hallmark movie fallen angels. yea - what happened to gary sinise?
anyway, it has been a long ass day, up since 3am SF time, to make a 9am flight (so that was 6am Detroit time, to make the 9am flight, time zones are confusing) which was delay for 2.75 hours. delayed with us sitting on the plane, on the tarmack, and going CRAZY because northwest has tiny little seats. we were in the 2nd to last row. menaing we we one of the last 5 people to get off of the plane. LONG DAY. home feels so good, and i am tired enough to cry. i wanted to go play tonight so bad, omigod SO BAD. to be near the good people and feel like i am not the weird food culture snob that my parents put on me. but i will cry if i leave the house. cry from joy, from others like me being plentiful, to not having thousands of children who eat too much sugar and too few veggies, or any veggies around.
last night my dad decided it was time to mention that he noticed i had taken out my nose ring. he was very happy in his terse gary cooper coice sort of way, apparently i am a "much prettier girl" without it. i know i am not 19 any more, and when i was, my eccentricities were based on my tastes and not making my parents crazy, but him saying that made me want to just come home in my "out there" wear and not the "i am trying to have a nice visit and not start a fight" fashion that i usually wear when i visit. grrrr
the main thing was, the visit was good overall. they are good people and reconnecting with my cousins was fantastic. i just hate how my family is about food. we basically barely ate the entire trip, and since they know the neither the lady nor i are fans of fast food, and they don't understand how we eat (you know, rice, veggies, oatmeal) they have given up and stopped offering. which also means there is no food in the house, and they schedule us so hardocre that there is no time to buy groceries, and then they get impatient when i want to stop and grab food. somehow they get the need for coffee, and will make allowances for that, but not real food. so weird. part of it seems to be that since my mom did the gastric, she only really eat protein shakes, and since he isn't eating with her, dad is living off of peanut butter/wonder bread sammiches. so when i get hungry they look at me like i am nuts. it didn't used to be this way. i have eaten home-microwaved steamed fish and veggies, stir fried veggies, etc. but it was never the rule in this home of tv dinners. sigh, i should know better.
so. i go to work now. get the piece done for tomorrow. i think my mothers efficientcy planning is still in my head. I go write, then unpack, then drink some wine, then then then and someday i will go to bed and get up at 7 tomorrow to go to work like a good cog. i better get to play tomorrow night. it seems to be in the works, and that makes me very very happy. i am full of pout that i am so very very tired tonight. a dream would say, put off the writing, pour some wine, take a bath, do a facial and go to bed. sleepy soft bed . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
anyway, it has been a long ass day, up since 3am SF time, to make a 9am flight (so that was 6am Detroit time, to make the 9am flight, time zones are confusing) which was delay for 2.75 hours. delayed with us sitting on the plane, on the tarmack, and going CRAZY because northwest has tiny little seats. we were in the 2nd to last row. menaing we we one of the last 5 people to get off of the plane. LONG DAY. home feels so good, and i am tired enough to cry. i wanted to go play tonight so bad, omigod SO BAD. to be near the good people and feel like i am not the weird food culture snob that my parents put on me. but i will cry if i leave the house. cry from joy, from others like me being plentiful, to not having thousands of children who eat too much sugar and too few veggies, or any veggies around.
last night my dad decided it was time to mention that he noticed i had taken out my nose ring. he was very happy in his terse gary cooper coice sort of way, apparently i am a "much prettier girl" without it. i know i am not 19 any more, and when i was, my eccentricities were based on my tastes and not making my parents crazy, but him saying that made me want to just come home in my "out there" wear and not the "i am trying to have a nice visit and not start a fight" fashion that i usually wear when i visit. grrrr
the main thing was, the visit was good overall. they are good people and reconnecting with my cousins was fantastic. i just hate how my family is about food. we basically barely ate the entire trip, and since they know the neither the lady nor i are fans of fast food, and they don't understand how we eat (you know, rice, veggies, oatmeal) they have given up and stopped offering. which also means there is no food in the house, and they schedule us so hardocre that there is no time to buy groceries, and then they get impatient when i want to stop and grab food. somehow they get the need for coffee, and will make allowances for that, but not real food. so weird. part of it seems to be that since my mom did the gastric, she only really eat protein shakes, and since he isn't eating with her, dad is living off of peanut butter/wonder bread sammiches. so when i get hungry they look at me like i am nuts. it didn't used to be this way. i have eaten home-microwaved steamed fish and veggies, stir fried veggies, etc. but it was never the rule in this home of tv dinners. sigh, i should know better.
so. i go to work now. get the piece done for tomorrow. i think my mothers efficientcy planning is still in my head. I go write, then unpack, then drink some wine, then then then and someday i will go to bed and get up at 7 tomorrow to go to work like a good cog. i better get to play tomorrow night. it seems to be in the works, and that makes me very very happy. i am full of pout that i am so very very tired tonight. a dream would say, put off the writing, pour some wine, take a bath, do a facial and go to bed. sleepy soft bed . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
