3 Truths

There are three things I’ve come to realize in the past two weeks. Each of them equally as important. The first is that I’ve been craving my home. The grass, the trees, my family, the sounds, the way the breeze smells. Sometimes I just want to be all dusty and gritty from sitting outside, and sweaty from working in the yard. I want to walk into our unlocked front door, and hear my mom baking something in the kitchen, and the sawing and grinding from my Dad wafting in from the windows. I want to be able to look out the window from a sink full of dishes and see our decrepit, falling over, shanty of a shed that I remember distinctly jumping off when I was just a little Jess. I want to shower in the “blue bathroom” with barely enough water pressure to rinse my hair and trace the scratches on our benches that have been the home of all our family dinners. I just want my home. It’s been far too long since I’ve had the chance to enjoy the beloved familiarity.

The second is that I don’t have enough time just for me. I don’t have time to read a book. I used to read whole books in a mere day. And I loved it. Nothing better than smelling the pages, and feeling the binding in my hand. Letting my mind wander to wherever it may take me that day. I don’t remember the last time I read a book. I started a new one last week. I’m still on chapter 3. I love to go to the gym…..and I feel like if I do, I don’t have time to do laundry, or to clean my room, do dishes, or anything of my other house duties without falling into an exhausted heap on the floor. That’s what I get for working 12 hour days. I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do love my job. I guess I’m still young enough, and single enough to be completely worn out by my career.

And lastly, I have found my cure all for any ailment. From sore throat, to grumpiness, to a bad case of the sleepies. Sunshine. And music. Preferably together. Obviously I’ve always known that I’ve truly enjoyed them, but they really do lift my spirits. No matter what. I wish I could say the cure all was the same for everyone. Alas, I’m fairly certain it’s not. But that’s mine. How blessed I am to have found it.