Home is Where Your Mom Is (and Dad, too)

A BEAUTIFUL tree discovered in our little neighborhood while taking Oliver for a walk

October 19, 2009

I drove up to Corning this past weekend to visit my parents, after realizing that I finally had a weekend with no obligations and no big homework assignments due this week.

I didn't even do anything particularly exciting...met my brother, my parents, and some of their friends out for dinner, drinks, and bar music on Friday, then went to the house and snuggled with the dogs...ran some errands with Mom on Saturday (including coffee from Heavenly Cup, of course), made dinner for the family, did laundry, and watched "You've Got Mail" with my parents...went to the bakery with my mom and relaxed on Sunday before the drive back to Pittsburgh.

It was the best weekend I've had in a long time. I haven't felt that relaxed in months. There has been too much going on and even during the times that I have been sitting down, my mind has still been going a million miles a minute with lists of things to do. But there is something about being home (not as much at the holidays, because those are busy times at home, too) that is just so comforting, no matter how old you are. You can temporarily abdicate your position as a full-fledged adult and just relax, knowing that someone else will take care of you for a day or two. I really miss that feeling sometimes.