I'm back at my parent's house for Stephanie and Derek's Wedding Weekend. I arrived in Detroit sometime late last evening, we rewatched the absolutely terrible call by Jim Joyce that ruined Galarraga's perfect game, and got my Dad all riled up again. Then we chatted for a long time, and went to sleep way past my bedtime (so like 10pm hahaha).
It's interesting to come back to Troy, because at some point in my life... I'm not exactly sure when, it went from being "home" to being "my parents house". It's really obvious I'm a visitor here in my childhood home. It isn't at all that I'm unwelcome or that my relationship with my family has changed, but it's clear that I'm in someone else's home. Few examples:
1. In preparation for my visit, Mom has to make up the bed for me in the guestroom (what used to be my bedroom long ago got converted into my little brother's Lego Room and has since become his Music Room where his drum set and keyboard reside)
2. I wanted to do a load of laundry, but Mom has a new washer that I don't know how to operate, so she does it for me. Yeah, I really can't complain about this, but at age 26 my Mom doesn't need to be doing my laundry.
3. I want to make something to eat for breakfast, but they just re-did the kitchen, so I have to open and search every cupboard and drawer to find the appropriate utensils needed.
This truly means, there is no where I call home. Anyways, I'll be staying here until Sunday, then after that, stay tuned..
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