Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I'll Be Home For Christmas
Listening to this song this afternoon made me wonder why being home for Christmas is important for so many people... So deserving of a song.
Since I started college, and moved away from Wisconsin, I've wondered where my home is. Initially, I thought my home was simply where I was living, so I began to consider school my home. There, I had the bed I slept in, my belongings, friends, and my life, but I was missing something - my family. I missed the smell of the house, the noise we'd create talking around the dinner table, doing my homework with my brother in the kitchen while my mom made dinner, working on projects with my dad, and saying goodnight to my parents every night.
When I see my family now, I realize it is their company that I consider my home. My home has become as much of a sensation as a location. For me, home has become a place where I am comfortable, where people care for me, and where there is an endless amount of love and friendship.
I think it is for this reason that when I was in college, I referred to my dorm as my home, now, my apartment has become my home, when I am at a hotel with my family, I often refer to our room as our home, and when I am in the house I grew up in, I am also home. (Needless to say, I tend to confuse those around me when I refer to my home, as I consider all these places to be my home.)
Someday, I hope to have a family of my own and together, we will make ourselves a home. For tonight, I am with people who love me, and I feel at home.
Since I started college, and moved away from Wisconsin, I've wondered where my home is. Initially, I thought my home was simply where I was living, so I began to consider school my home. There, I had the bed I slept in, my belongings, friends, and my life, but I was missing something - my family. I missed the smell of the house, the noise we'd create talking around the dinner table, doing my homework with my brother in the kitchen while my mom made dinner, working on projects with my dad, and saying goodnight to my parents every night.
When I see my family now, I realize it is their company that I consider my home. My home has become as much of a sensation as a location. For me, home has become a place where I am comfortable, where people care for me, and where there is an endless amount of love and friendship.
I think it is for this reason that when I was in college, I referred to my dorm as my home, now, my apartment has become my home, when I am at a hotel with my family, I often refer to our room as our home, and when I am in the house I grew up in, I am also home. (Needless to say, I tend to confuse those around me when I refer to my home, as I consider all these places to be my home.)
Someday, I hope to have a family of my own and together, we will make ourselves a home. For tonight, I am with people who love me, and I feel at home.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Oh Computers...
I have such a love/hate relationship with computers that is summarized here.
... Maybe it's more hate
Monday, December 6, 2010
Razzle Dazzle
I saw these glitter brogues in the store the other day and it took me a moment to think straight. They are absolutely splendid. Unfortunately for me, they also carry quite the price tag ... sigh... And then I saw these black heels and I was all but done for.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Can we have a dance party?
Hi there,
This has been a busy week, therefore, I think it's time for a break. Let's dance!
First, we can't forget Gaga.
Up next, not quite the same, but fabulous none the less.
Third, don't you wish your aerobics class would break out in singing and dance every once in awhile?
Finally, if you have ever used the excuse "I can't dance," just be glad you don't look like this guy.
This has been a busy week, therefore, I think it's time for a break. Let's dance!
First, we can't forget Gaga.
Up next, not quite the same, but fabulous none the less.
Third, don't you wish your aerobics class would break out in singing and dance every once in awhile?
Finally, if you have ever used the excuse "I can't dance," just be glad you don't look like this guy.
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