Sunday, July 29, 2007

On Being Back

I have been home now for about two weeks.
I have eaten my fill of fast food and now I am over it.
I have fallen in love with working out indoors.
My jeans have never fit better--thank you dryer!
And I have been able to see faces I love (not all of them, but most).

It's been a great time.

I came home to see my house re-decorated.
Things have even been renamed.
Forget the game room, oh no, now it is the breakfast room.
What happened to the previous breakfast room?
Booted out for the "warming room." (pictured above)
I feel like Goldilocks trying out all the new seats in the house.

I came home to see my sister's hair longer than Repunzel's.
She's cutting it for Locks of Love at the end of August.
People barely recognize her, I think they lose her face in all that hair.
I pet her head a lot these days.

I came home to find that I am seriously addicted to coffee.
Not just any coffee--Italian coffee.
We're talking espresso here, people.
I have killer headaches if I don't get my fix.
The day comes to a crashing halt and I just go to bed--coffee is my lifeline.
My obsession with Lorelai has taken on a whole new meaning. I am her, only blonder.
So now I wake up with my mom yelling down the hall, "There's coffee in here. Drink some."
She hates headaches more than she hates caffeine addictions.

(this is not my house. just a re-enactment.)

I came home to a overly watered DFW area.
Streets flooded, lakes overflowing, etc.
One of the side effects has been a pair of ducks in our pool.
Cute, I thought, until my parents informed me that they "make a mess" in the pool.
I don't think I need to explain that any further.
So, in the middle of dinner these days my mom will suddenly jump up, scream "the ducks are here," and then go flying out the back door to scare them off.
She's even pulled out a lifeguard whistle.
Poor things take off like they're being shot at.
A warning to all birds: Don't mess with my mamma.

I love coming home.
I love that I don't have to fully explain myself and my friends totally understand where I am coming from.
I love how my dad has to suffer through So You Think You Can Dance becasue he gets overruled by three girls.
I love that my bed is so stinking comfortable.
I love that the Lord wants rest for us.

On Monday I leave to apply for my visa (again!!) in Houston.
Please pray for safe travel, all the timing issues, and favor with the consulate.
I want Italy to like me as much as I like them.


Blogger sognatrice said...

Best of luck with your visa!

I'm an American living in southern Italy who just found your site; I'm looking forward to learning about what you've been up to in Firenze--looks fabulous so far :)

10:56 AM  
Blogger Claire Borne said...

113 Sleepy Hollow will never be the same.

One thing I would like to touch on is the fact that you have not announced to the many 113 lovers that the beloved elbow is no longer there.

This I have a huge problem with.

Where is the other daughter (i.e. me) going to cry, laugh, sleep, and talk to P and D? This is a huge problem that must be fixed before August 23rd.

P...D...get busy. I must have my elbow!!!!!

love you all!

7:13 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

i'm working on them b.
i got your back.

1:43 AM  
Blogger Bev Brandon said...

just loved your post Sarah...
you have such a gift in pen...
ran into Lisa in Denver airport and she had just been with you, oh my...
brookie 2 shoes turns 2 dozen in 2 weeks...

6:13 AM  

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