the weekend

This weekend I had some visitors. It was just what I needed. Because for me, the 'weekend' is Tuesday/Wednesday. So this past weekend, it was my friends weekend, but my mid-week... so I felt exhilarated by being out and about with them during their visit to Syracuse. The four of us all slept in my bedroom. Although there was other space for them, there is something more fun about a sleepover in the same room, even if it's crowded and slightly less comfortable. And for those two nights it made me feel like I was a little kid again. I liked that.

Feeling like a little kid makes me feel better. It's probably because I had a great childhood and parents who would walk through fire for me. And as a kid I always felt really safe. I feel lucky because I'm sure some little kids live in fear. Not everyone grew up with a warm blanket of refuge wrapped tightly around them. So when I am sick or sad or something goes wrong in life, I often long for my house. My shitty twin bed. My fridge that is really old and makes a lot of noise but always has food in it that I want to eat. My couches in my basement. The comforts.

When I can't have them, I need something that feels like them. My people. Reflecting on my weekend, I am really glad that 'home' has learned to travel. Home came to me, we trashed a tiny room, and spent way too much money eating every meal out. What they say is true - it's never what you have or what you do, it's always who you're with.