…but only for a week, for my best friend’s wedding. I’m a bridesmaid. I have to wear a long dress that’s too big for me on top (anyone got spare boobage I can borrow?) and heels, so I’m going to be the six foot bridesmaid. Luckily, the dress is actually really nice, not hideous.
Anyway. This will be my first trip home to Rhode Island since I got to California 5 months ago. I’ve never gone this long without seeing my family and friends. I haven’t lived with my parents for 6 years or so, but I always lived “around” them, a couple towns over, a state away. Hell, my immediate family all lives within a half-hour drive of each other… my grandmothers live in the same building.
I miss the hell out of my family, and my friends. My friends and I are of the type that will always be friends no matter where we are; we’ve known each other since we were little girls. Now, we’re grown women, making our own lives, getting married, buying cars, houses, families. But my family is my family. We may not see eye to eye, they may think I’m a black sheep and a bit off-center, but we’re family. I know I could go back to them in a heartbeat and they’d welcome me back with arms wide open (pardon the Creed song title, ick).
So it’ll be strange. I’ve done a lot of living the past 5 months, and I’m not sure how my family will react. I’m still the same person that left Rhode Island 5 months ago, btu I’m not, you know? I don’t fit their mental image of what I should be, who I should be, where I should be…
I just hope they’re so happy to see me that they keep quiet about the bad stuff. Anyway, see you all in a week.
And maybe this will be a good time to decide where you REALLY want to be. We’ve talked about this a bit, I know, but…I hope that if RI is where you really want to be, you will realize that if you want to move home, it is not a step backwards. Reaching for the future doesn’t always mean you can’t change direction back to where you came from, while still moving forward.
And if you want to stay in CA, I hope that after this trip home will know this with complete peace.
And i hope you really have a great time… but not so great a time as to make you decide you want to move back. It’s far too nice having you here, my friend.
Well, I got home safe and sound… no thanks to the Houston weather! I got to the airport in San Jose to find that my flight was delayed, which would cause me to miss my connection in Houston. They couldn’t find a free seat for me on any flights, so I had to book it to San Fransicso and fly out of there to Cleveland, then to Providence.
My mom and dad were waiting at the gate for me, my mom jumping up and down and crying, she was so happy to see me! It was great. Got home, and my kitties were both exicted to see me too, till they realized I was taking their bed.
Just got off the phone with my friend Laurie, another bridesmaid-the bride has tonsilitis, two of the bridesmaids hate each other, the best man (a recovering alcoholic) has been AWOL for 2 weeks (he finally turned up last night), the bride’s evil ex is coming to the wedding, it’s supposed to rain (it’s an outdoor wedding) and, apparently, I’m the only bridesmaid that isn’t going to be falling out of her dress. Aah, it’s so good to be home! These are the devils I know; everything’s a “crisis” with my girlfriends. Can’t wait till Sunday, when my parents have my brother’s graduation party!
Thanks Zenster, zyzz and Scotti for your wishes! It is good to be home. But I have to give CA at least a year before I decide where I want to be. So the BAD’s are stuck with me till then.
And Snooooopy, I’ve got a brother I’ll rent you–only condition is you have to pay his law school tuition come this fall! Jack’s sister is from Maine, how cool can she be?
Oh yeah, and for those of you I left behind in CA, send me some warmer weather here? I’m FREEZING. It was like 101 in San Jose when I left, and it’s like 55 now!
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