Home Sweet Home

So the parents picked me up this morning, we went to get Em at the airport, and all worked out pretty well. It's very nice and relaxing to be home, but also a bit strange. Luckily, my folks understand, which does help. It's funny how warm and well furnished the house looks, after living in a dorm. I love my dorm (sorry, residence hall) room, but after it, the house seems huge and pretty luxurious. It's a strange contrast. I don't remember it being this strong last year, or even at the beginning of summer break, but that might just be selective memory. But it's been nice hanging out with the parents, talking, catching up, etc. Em went to the New York dance marathon tonight. I thought about going, but well- I need some sleep, and to work on my reading for Kimelman, and I just wanted to relax. Maybe I'll try to make it to dancing in the city over winter break. We'll see. But tonight was soothing, even if it didn't feel quite as natural as it could. The first days of being at home never do. It doesn't mean that I don't like being here, just that I end up feeling pretty conscious of not living here all the time any more. It's both a very nice, adult feeling, and kind of intimidating, almost. I guess that's the way of things.
Hearing the folks' reflections on my breaking up with Nathan has been interesting too. They seem pretty proud of me for dealing with it well, and for addressing the issues at hand, etc. Of course, they're my parents, they would be. But still- I can still bask in that praise a bit, even though it's biased. And well- they do seem to recognize that it is a weird sensation afterwards. (While I'm on that topic: I can't believe the amount of emotional support I got afterwards, last night. It was incredibly touching, especially for someone who still isn't really used to having a whole bunch of friends.) Em hasn't said much about it, besides one sort of joking comment. I don't know- her attitude towards my life in general confuses me. Hopefully time wil decrease that gap again.

Home Sweet Home

So the parents picked me up this morning, we went to get Em at the airport, and all worked out pretty well. It's very nice and relaxing to be home, but also a bit strange. Luckily, my folks understand, which does help. It's funny how warm and well furnished the house looks, after living in a dorm. I love my dorm (sorry, residence hall) room, but after it, the house seems huge and pretty luxurious. It's a strange contrast. I don't remember it being this strong last year, or even at the beginning of summer break, but that might just be selective memory. But it's been nice hanging out with the parents, talking, catching up, etc. Em went to the New York dance marathon tonight. I thought about going, but well- I need some sleep, and to work on my reading for Kimelman, and I just wanted to relax. Maybe I'll try to make it to dancing in the city over winter break. We'll see. But tonight was soothing, even if it didn't feel quite as natural as it could. The first days of being at home never do. It doesn't mean that I don't like being here, just that I end up feeling pretty conscious of not living here all the time any more. It's both a very nice, adult feeling, and kind of intimidating, almost. I guess that's the way of things.
Hearing the folks' reflections on my breaking up with Nathan has been interesting too. They seem pretty proud of me for dealing with it well, and for addressing the issues at hand, etc. Of course, they're my parents, they would be. But still- I can still bask in that praise a bit, even though it's biased. And well- they do seem to recognize that it is a weird sensation afterwards. (While I'm on that topic: I can't believe the amount of emotional support I got afterwards, last night. It was incredibly touching, especially for someone who still isn't really used to having a whole bunch of friends.) Em hasn't said much about it, besides one sort of joking comment. I don't know- her attitude towards my life in general confuses me. Hopefully time wil decrease that gap again.