Tuesday, December 29, 2015

It's Just the beginning

Well, I've started a blog, and I am a tad bit intimidated. Do I really have something to offer to the world wide web? I figured all it takes is bravery and I have got nothing to loose so, here I am.
 For this entry I have chosen to write about:

Christmas Vacationing at the Parents' Place 

Christmas performances are all done and I am now on vacation, Christmas vacation! One of the awesome oddities of my unique job is that my Christmas break lasts three weeks long and I don't know a Christmas break where I haven't gone back home to visit my family, we are a tight knit crew. So just as all my previous years, this year I've left my little house and car far behind me in Jackson and traveled to PA where I am now reunited with kin. As the Christmas hype is over, I sit here stranded without a vehicle cherishing a rare moment of silence as my parents are off at work and my siblings are occupied doing who knows what in this little home, I find myself reflecting on the pros and cons of doing this vacationing-at-the-parents-place-for-three-weeks-thing, every year and this is what I came up with: 

Pros:

  • This time of year I totally get to save money living under my parents roof! No gas, no groceries, my mother continually buying me little happys! 
  • I am always reminded how loved and cared for I am when I am under the same roof as my parents, and am delighted to be near the ones that I love so much
  • The responsibilities of the life left behind me are far far away, which gives me an opportunity to perceive that life from a distance, rest from it, recoup and recharge. 

Cons:

  • At the same time, after awhile with so much time on my hands to think, I start itching to return back to those responsibilities, wanting to tend to unfinished business and looking forward to whatever else may be needing to be accomplished. But with so much distance between...this is hard to do
  • No vehicle. No independence. No space. No privacy. Enough said.
  • Stepping back into the environment of my childhood is just... weird. Anyone else feel me? I almost have a sort of identity crisis, feeling misplaced. Who am I? I've changed, I've grown but can I continue to here?!? It's like a loop hole in space-time continuum?!
All in all, I have come to the conclusion that it is TOTALLY worth it. It's not everyday that there is an excess amount of free time to do absolutely anything you want, whenever you want with your most absolute favorite people so physically near! Sure they will always be in my heart, and technology does a phenomenal job of making them feel closer when I am so far away in MS, but there really is no place like home.






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