Well, folks, it's been a year since I've been home. I'm not the type of girl who has to be clinging to mommy and daddy all the time. I'm pretty independent and comfortable being alone, but enough is enough. A year is too long for a single college girl to be away from home. In the past two years, I have only been home once. I dunno why it ended up that way but here I am missing home and so ready for a break.
Home is happy (even with the constant, and i mean constant, arguing over silly games and politics and whatever else there is in the world to argue about). Home is comfortable. I don't have to impress anyone at home. My family knows me as the bossy little girl who wouldn't wear anything except Disney princess underwear but they also know me as the senior in college music major who gets so busy she forgets to eat for a whole day. They see and know every aspect of me and like-it or hate-it...they still love me.
It's fun to be with my family. Oh how we laugh (i'll never forget the day when we were screaming at the top of our lungs Whitney Houston's 'I Will Always Love You' when the doorbell rang and a freaked out neighborhood girl returned the basketball that had rolled down the street). We do inside jokes like it's our job. We are so obnoxious. There was time we played truth or dare and we made Lindsay stay in the dog kennel for 2 minutes and Megan and Rachel had to switch clothes in the playhouse in one minute. How long ago was this you ask? Just last year. :)
I have a huge family. I'm 6th out of 9 kids. To get all the questions out of the way: no, there are no twins/adoptions, no, there is no polygamy, and yes, I always remember their names (these are the questions that I always got growing up). Maybe in Utah it wouldn't be so weird to have a big family..but in Texas, it is. My family has been a big part of forming who I am, and though I am in no way perfect (in fact, sometimes I wonder just what the H i'm doing), i like me.
In conclusion, I am excited for the pillars of our house that are wrapped in Christmas lights, the wooden Rudolph that will always be on our fireplace, the brown Texas grass, the constant playing of Hanson's "Snowed In" CD, the card games that get so intense that sometimes there are tears, the silent laughing during family prayers, the trips to the roller skating rink (our family literally takes over Skatetown), the laundry shoot adventures, the matinée movies, and the love.
I'll be home for Christmas.
