He said, "you can't go home again". I say, "completely untrue".
Granted the entire house has been de-jossified (i.e. no more "fun" food); I'm staying in guest bedroom #3; and living out of boxes in the garage (otherwise known as my apartment). It has 4 months, 10 days, and counting, and counting, and counting. At this point I am realistic that I won't be leaving by the new year, and optimistic of all the things I've learned since I've been home.
For instance: did you know that Pat Sajak dyed his hair? And not only that, but it is way too blond. I mean, really, what was he thinking! Also, that Grappa is the new Bailey's, and the face he makes when it goes down is the artwork for the new Lady Gaga album, I'm convinced of it.
But seriously. I'm home. They say unemployment is getting better. I can tell you...it must be getting worse. Right? I mean I am still here. Yay to quality time with the parents, boo to the Christmas season fast approaching and I am...jobless. But, as I've been told, it's time to "get over it". And so, slowly I have been.
In the mornings I wake, take out the boy (the boy being Banksy) apply for some jobs, eat two eggs, go back to bed, get up, shower, see if there is anything else out there to apply for, submit for acting gigs...and then...listen to this...I sit on the couch, closest to the wood burning stove and...READ. I read my book. All in the good name of getting over it and just being. Because, really, why not. How many people complain about working? This is a vacation, an early retirement, a new start!
Everyone quick! Quit your jobs! Move back in with your legal guardians! Forget about responsibility and JUST BE!
Wow. That guy that said you can't go home again. I mean seriously, did he have it wrong or did he have it wrong!
Just a girl, loathing Pat Sajak's new hair color, getting the rest of a lifetime, and proving, you can go home again.
I truly love this and you probably didn't know, but the philosophy of my life is pretty much: Be. With that being said I would do anything to move home. By the way. If by any chance, the other spare bedroom is available I will join you. My boy and your girl can go out together. . . I won't eat eggs, but toast will do and how I would love to just READ!
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