I have so many things to say
First:
I’m home.
It’s been 6 hours since I’ve returned, and the first thought when entering my home was that Hurricane Thaer was here.
I need to clean this place up.
now, a quick comparison between living here in my place and at my parents
Parents:
The house is always clean.
The fridge is always full of goodies at any given time.
No worries regarding clean clothes and laundry. They are always clean and fresh.
There are too many issues, many voices, many people, and no personal space.
I don’t have control over the remote control.
My house:
The house is always dirty.
The fridge is almost always empty.
need to wash and do my laundry (note to self: laundry is back to Saturdays)
quiet, serenity, my realm, my space.
I own the remote control.
So which one I prefer?
I’d take my house any time.
Secondly, a dream
I had the weirdest dream ever. I rarely remember my dreams, but I remember this one because I had it last night with my parents and told them about it.
I dreamed that I was clearing out of customs at an airport in the USA, and I turned to the exit to go out. I met my father at the exit; he was holding a little boy, whom I knew was my child, and I reached out to my baby, grabbed his hand, and played with it.
Very strange. I don’t like boys; I have always preferred a girl. And I’m not married.
Thirdly, an ode to red
Red, thank you for stopping by tonight; it is always a pleasure seeing you and talking to you. Have you noticed that I spoke about myself this past month more than in the seven years we have known each other?
Thank you for your unconditional love and support.
