I'm writing from my parent's house. The kidlets and I have been here about a week, and it's nice to enjoy some things unique to home. Like cable TV, for example. I've become obsessed with paranormal research shows, claiming that they'll give me "story ideas" when really, I just like to watch everybody jumping in the dark. I'm a bit sadistic like that. Other things that I like about home: wearing Riley's pajama pants. They're new, he's never worn them, and they pool around my feet and drag around behind me on the ground. Riding on the motorcycle with Dad, and Mom and I talking until way too early in the morning. Knowing that my kids can totally freak out (and they do. Yesterday we forced them utterly against their will to look at cute, fuzzy, wobbly little puppies, and it was like the very jaws of Hell had opened beneath them) and my parents will still love them. Seeing old friends. Seeing old places. "I was locked in that bell tower once. I learned how to rollerskate here. This place serves the best grilled ham and cheese sandwiches that I've ever had." At the same time, I'm so glad that I moved out of my hometown. It was sucking my soul away.
There's one thing about this area that I absolutely love, though. It has more stars than any place that I have ever seen. Dad and I were out looking at Polaris tonight, and I remember sitting outside when I was a young girl, drawing pictures of the constellations. I wanted to map the sky.
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Sadie, I know I'm a slacker when it comes to posting! But I've been checking in on your blog so I'm not a totally lame friend right?. The stars sure are magnificent here and I can just picture you mapping the sky. I came back to CD for a few months and it's turned into 2.5 years! Every time I try to leave something happens (like getting mono-and no I didn't kiss anybody. Dang it!) So here I am! It's good to see how you're doing. I promise I'll be better about leaving comments more often :)
ack MY PAJAMAS! mom was supposed to make those longer for me. and that's the last I heard of em' I'm taking a british lit class that I think you would love. maybe I'll forward you something.
I still love good-ol' EC, but I am eternally grateful that I no longer live there. In fact my whole family moved. The only time I get a chance to visit is during the Castle Valley Pageant.
I can imagine that Rylie's PJs would drag. I remember him being tall. That's like me wearing my bro's PJs. Ah, nothing like being home....
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