Clarification

I didn’t realize how homesick I was until I went home this weekend. At first I wondered why I even bothered going home since it was for such a short time. But there were moments that made it worth it. Like waking up in the morning to the sound of my parents cooking breakfast. Seeing that they were already selling Christmas trees at Costco. Smelling the scent of fall air in my backyard.

I miss home a lot. I think if I could have one wish while I’m in Austin, it would be Southlake Boulevard. School gets crazy at times, and I think if I could escape and just drive down Southlake Boulevard, I would be okay. Southlake Boulevard means home for me. In high school my friend and I would always get lost coming back from the NorthEast Mall (it’s really not that difficult…) and it would get dark and scary. Then one of us would suddenly say ‘I see Southlake Boulevard!’ and we weren’t afraid anymore.

Home also means Christmas. All of the candles in Bath and Body Works were from their winter collection. Costco was selling Christmas trees. I can’t wait until Starbucks has their Christmas cups. I brought back my Christmas coffee thermos.

Time to fill up all the new moleskins I bought at Barnes and Noble! Something I was thinking about during my time at home: I think parents really cherish the sound of their children’s laughter. It sounds weird, but I was observing as I was with my friend and her dad. She had just come home and he hadn’t seen her in a while. She was talking about something and she laughed, and I couldn’t help thinking that her dad loved the sound of her laughter. It made me happy.