crisp

being at home this past weekend was just, right. it felt like it had been forever since i had been home. a full month i think? so much had changed it seemed. the leaves were falling off the trees, the grass was faded and brown, but one thing hadnt changed. how much it felt like home...

as soon as i got home i just went and sat on my front steps, drinking in the world around me. the clear, endless expanse of blue blue sky, the perfectly fresh and woodsy smell of the country air, crunchy leaves on the ground, soft and furry cat rubbing up against me purring and begging for attention, the familiar sights and sounds that had been strangely absent for the past month. just the pure open feeling that was home. i no longer felt suffocated by buildings and structures and cars and bricks and people all around. the open space, open fields, rolling hills, curvy two lane roads, fresh air.
it just feels so right when im there, back in little old mount pleasant. barely more than one car passing my house an hour. those little comforts of home are just so lacking up here in raleigh. walking into the warm and cozy house [home], to my mom fixing supper. the warmth of the cooking in the kitchen, the sounds of the sink running and the timer going off, and keep going off until someone frantically running to turn it off. the sound of the news on, and then the andy griffith show theme song playing as we sit down to eat. the way the lights are at the table as the sun sets behind the house, casting strange shadows and beautiful colors. all of us sitting in our same spots we have for the past 10 years. flopping down on the couch after supper, making sammy come and sit next to me. her soft fur so perfect, her sitting and purring until she gets bored and hops down. dad turning on the usual tv shows for the night, thomas lumbering around the house with his ever increasing height. the clanging of pots, opening and shutting of cabinets as mom cleans up the kitchen.

those little sounds and routines and comforts, you dont think about them till theyre gone. as much as i love it here, i miss home. so much. nothing will ever amount.