Craving a bit of David Ryan Harris. Even though I got food poisoning the night I saw him in concert, the charm has not rubbed off at all.
I’ve been home long enough at this point to have established a morning routine. Eat breakfast with parents, see dad off to work, finish (or start) a pending miscellaneous life-administrative task, then get ready to go out on a daily outing with mom. Daily outing includes anything between Home Depot and Trader Joe’s.
I thought I’d dread this routine. But dang, it is awesome and different hanging out with my parents this time around. My mom and I have been discovering that we are similar beyond belief - risk-averse yet adventurously impulsive, free-spirited with grounded boundaries, clumsy, forgetful, and creative (& the list goes on).
It’s a blessing to be able to spend this time with them, and as much as I wanted to forever plant myself in the bay, I wouldn’t trade this time with them for anything. My biggest fear was that I would be away for so long, that I would come home, shocked to see how much my parents had aged. Luckily, I made it home before then.