On my first visit home since July this weekend, I was in heaven. My mom had put fresh sheets on my trusty twin sized mattress that I’ve slept on since I was 3. She had made brownies and a great meal for my family to eat while watching football. My gram and grandad let me pick the restaurant and had a prize for Halloween for me. My little sis and I worked on a poster for her fourth grade book report. Mom made us paint on a covered surface of course, and my brother and I laughed like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t have to set an alarm and I didn’t have anything to pay for or clean.
In a sense, I was a kid again. Back to school.
Facebook is clutteed with my HS friends and their CHILDREN. My electric bill is due along with two papers and a project. Welcome to reality.
I want to start appreciating where I am when I’m there. I hated nap time in Kindergarten, now I get offended when someone texts me during a nap. I used to beg my mom to the point of tears to pay for my own things at Wal-mart, now the gratitude of someone buying me groceries brings me to tears. It makes me sad when people can only wish their life is different. Each stage is a chapter in our book of life.
Dive in. Enjoy today for what it is and donate to my grocery fund.