Freeman Fiasco

2:14 P.M. here. On a typical day I'd be bobbing my head while fighting sleep in class, but today I'm curled up in a leather chair at my second home, Starbucks. I've run away, temporarily, from the comedies of my home. I've been through such a whirlwind of chaos at school that it doesn't take much wind to blow me over anymore. Yesterday afternoon I crossed the bridge and watched Quincy get closer and closer. I drove through my neighborhood and saw the remnants of orange and brown leaves dance around my car through gusts of warm air. I pulled into my driveway catching the peripheral view of my cat sitting in the neighbors driveway being his usual stubborn self and refusing to accept an indoor pet life. Everything was so predictable and wonderful. What was even greater though was the change I walked into. I was greeted by Gramma's dog and hesitantly petted her, fearing her tinkle that always follows. Gramma was in her new "apartment" and the evening was spent with her referring to home as the same dwelling as I had for years. I don't know why it felt like such a huge change and why this "wind" took my breath away when I first walked in. I thought life would change forever over a little family bonding. I mean honestly, this holds great potential for the future of even this blog. I look forward to documenting the introduction of our cat and Gramma's dog, this year's Christmas card with everyone including Gramma in footy pajamas, hearing bedtimes stories floating up from the basement and seeing the confusion in my dad's face until we realize they're being told to Tina (the dog), and experiencing the first bat/mouse with a new tenant in the house. Life is a collection of stories, and my collection is about to increase in a significant way. In this holiday season, cheers to change!

Create your own story,

Kat