hemlängtan
20 Nov 2006 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorenei still need to study but i woke up this morning and started writing instead. just half a scene, though i could have done more if i hadn't made myself stop. now i'm hungry and restless and it's two thirty, but the light's already low outside. in this season it's overcast all the time so you don't really see the sun set; you know it only by the colour leeching slowly out of everything, like a photo being desaturated. the trees are bare and the leaves that have fallen to the ground are brown now, not gold and orange any longer.
when i tell people that i haven't been home since 2004, they say "don't you get homesick?" it's an earnest question, so i shouldn't be irritated, but i am. my mother always talked about how travelling far to see your family was a choice, how she and her sister cherrie made those cross-country trips several times a year and hadn't bought new furniture in years1 and her other sister who sat and whined about how we visited cherrie instead of her was buying another new couch or dining room set instead. flying to america would cost significantly more than all the furniture we've bought in the last couple of years put together, though, even if i went by myself.
it's kind of peaceful right now, though. i don't feel sadly homesick, just kind of wistfully homesick. my family would probably irritate it out of me inside a week. yesterday dad and i had a whole long discussion about a costume mom supposedly found with a pink wig (which i've never owned) before i figured out they were talking about a costume belonging to my sister![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cuddlepint, who is fourteen now and a lot smaller than me, and was even smaller when i left home. the point is, you have to be seriously on crack to mistake her clothes from when she was eleven or twelve for my clothes when i was, say, over ten, because she's short and i wasn't; but my parents have nonetheless been making mistakes like that for years now, like since she barely came up to my ribcage. ...it's kind of delightful actually.
1. not actually true. they both bought furniture - just less expensive furniture. and less of it.
when i tell people that i haven't been home since 2004, they say "don't you get homesick?" it's an earnest question, so i shouldn't be irritated, but i am. my mother always talked about how travelling far to see your family was a choice, how she and her sister cherrie made those cross-country trips several times a year and hadn't bought new furniture in years1 and her other sister who sat and whined about how we visited cherrie instead of her was buying another new couch or dining room set instead. flying to america would cost significantly more than all the furniture we've bought in the last couple of years put together, though, even if i went by myself.
it's kind of peaceful right now, though. i don't feel sadly homesick, just kind of wistfully homesick. my family would probably irritate it out of me inside a week. yesterday dad and i had a whole long discussion about a costume mom supposedly found with a pink wig (which i've never owned) before i figured out they were talking about a costume belonging to my sister
cuddlepint, who is fourteen now and a lot smaller than me, and was even smaller when i left home. the point is, you have to be seriously on crack to mistake her clothes from when she was eleven or twelve for my clothes when i was, say, over ten, because she's short and i wasn't; but my parents have nonetheless been making mistakes like that for years now, like since she barely came up to my ribcage. ...it's kind of delightful actually.1. not actually true. they both bought furniture - just less expensive furniture. and less of it.
