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Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Nine:  SkyFall

Before I leave for a long period of time it is a new thing that I organise a family movie night.  Before England we watched Finding Nemo, and tonight we watched Skyfall.  We all were slightly glazed over, it was a little long, but still lovely.  Kyle on the other hand absolutely loved it, as he just told me, and I feel we have ignited a new love for Bond that can only be real in a twelve year old.  I’m going to miss being at home.

I’m going to miss them all telling me how gross my oatmeal smells in the morning, or to put on pants in the evening.  That I always make turkey bacon and salad for lunch, and how my sister and I marathoned Sister Wives while my brother and I marathoned the Office.  Sharing snacks, laughing about commercials and other tidbits that happen around the house.  Making pasta with Riss to loud music on Saturday nights before our plans and taking pictures of our creations, spending family dinners drinking wine and talking about what is next.

Home is here, I think, for me in an abstract way.  At the moment it doesn’t feel like where I can effortlessly lay my head, but it remains a place of comfort and stability for me.  In highschool it was home, solitude, isolation, and now it’s srt of a place I come to get leftovers and see my family.  I think that after I move out completely it will be more of a home base, but for now it’s a backboard, backbone, of my life, but not the one sole place.

As for me, I feel like a sort of vagabond at the moment.  I feel at home wherever my things are, like the old lady from the Titanic, I bring most of my pictures and valuables with me while I travel.  Even to Toronto for a few days I pack upcertain comfort items that I need to feel somewhat comfortable in any place.

Which reminds me I am done packing for back to school, but I just pulled my teddy bear, Isabelle, out from the side of my bedding, and threw her in my backpack, because despite my age it still comforts me to have her with me.  Childhood comforts are hard to replace, but they are relatively easy to take with you, especially when they carry such memories.

As for me I’m off tomorrow, moving day, and I’m going to miss it here, but it’s nice to be going back….my final year of my undergrad…. It doesn’t feel real.

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