Home Sweet Huh? Part Two
Posted by Nicole Sharp on 04 August 2005 at 14:16The trip to North Carolina went smoothly on Tuesday. Some would say that it was uneventful, but I don't think that's quite true. There were lots of little events that I enjoyed noting. My baggage probably experienced a few more of those than I did; it got delayed a flight in Newark.
My mother, sister, and I arrived at the house around 20:30 or so, I think. We entered through the garage, where my attention was immediately caught by a set of drawers I had when I was little. My parents had painted rainbows and hearts on them, and at another point, I'd attached some photos to one set of drawers. They're still there: Salzburg, Holland, Girl Scouts... an eclectic mosaic of my life through early high school. We left my bags in the kitchen and started by going upstairs to the bonus room. I think this was a purposeful move on my mother's part because several of my posters and my bookshelf are right outside the room. Inside sits my old bed and chest of drawers. I had to spend a few moments examining my things: favorite books, notebooks with old stories, wooden brain teasers. Each brought a smile and memories.
The tour also hit the guest bedroom, where other assorted items of mine--a Greek statue of Artemis, my music box, and a fairy-like figurine I received to celebrate the completion of my first novel--reside. (My broadsword and archery equipment are on a shelf in the closet.) A long bathroom with two separate vanities connects the guest bedroom with my sister's, and one step into the guest side elicited a huge grin from me. My mother decorated the walls with some of my paintings and my collection of sunset photos. (As always, much of the house is filled with multi-photo frames I put together with memoirs from our travels.)
Some things, of course, are not as familiar. The home theater is almost entirely new to me, though I have helped move the leather recliners before. The sound and picture are incredible. It really does feel like a miniature theater. I get the urge to yell "Widescreen Stereo" sometimes. Missing Film Society much?
Dad asked last night if I was getting used to the new house. I replied that it was sort of difficult to get used to. "It's kind of like being a houseguest, except I recognize just about everything in the house," I told him. My parents' solution, of course, is that I should spend more time here. How they expect that to happen, I don't know.