Here I am. Home again.
I’ve been gone three months, but really it feels like I have never left.
I met my new nephew. He’s nice enough. Kind of finicky. He expects a lot of the people around him. Likes things just so. I think the general idea of his child rearing experience (i.e. his life) is for everyone in his vicinity to dote on him. Completely. He doesn’t fancy me. I’m not the doting type…not yet. And it’s true what Adell said about the French. He doesn’t fancy that either. He’ll learn what his Auntie ‘Mille (pronounced “ant-ee meal”) is all about, though. We’ll get through this phase together.
I’m staying at his house, though, and I’ll be honest–tonight’s my first night; I’m not fancying waking up every three hours when he does. Go figure. So we’ll see how it goes. I might move back to my parents’ house before long.
When my plane landed and I debarked, my dad met me at the gate [one of the many perks of a parent who works at US Airways]. It was good to get a few one-on-one minutes with him. Then my mom and my Grandma picked me up, along with Preston. What fun it was to see them all! It’s lovely here in Mesa. It’s like I never left. The only thing different is that Bath and Body Works had its huge sale, and all my relatives consequently have Wallflower air fresheners in their homes. Mesa smells better than I remember.
I’ve had my first Super Burrito Carne, and my first Diet Doctor Pepper** from QT. We’re well on our way.
As it is, I’m quite fatigued, but in keeping with my 5-days-a-week resolve, I thought I’d better post. So here is the post. Tomorrow I’ll write something better. Promise.
Oh, and post script: Thank you to all the people who came out of the shadows and let me know they’re reading my blog–what a thrilling surprise! Also, thank you to the 16 people who’ve voted so far. And whoever said I should never. ever. post on this blog…are you the same person who told me I could just go to Hell? Just come out with it already; I’m really curious to know who you are, and what you have against me!
**I read and re-read this sentence. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it. Finally, it hit me like lightning: I spelled out “Doctor Pepper.” Who does that? It’s Dr Pepper (with no “.” at the end of Dr.). I’ve been away for far, far too long.