Home Again

I spent the evening with my brother and sister-in-law, nieces, nephews, mom, daughter, son, and husband. My brother just purchased a new home (only seconds away from my soon to be new house) and I decided to cook them a dinner to break in their new kitchen as they are tired from moving and plus yesterday was their wedding anniversary. I had forgotten what it was like to prepare such an involved meal. I made 3 different kinds of homemade enchiladas, some beans and some rice. I helped them clean up and just got home. Their new home is beautiful and I know they are very proud of it. The kids are having a great time. I can only hope things go as smoothly for me in a few months.

I don't know if it is the insomnia or the knowledge that every minute I spent away from my house was another minute I wasn't using to finish up my class work, but I felt very detached. It wasn't that I was not having a good time or anything like that. I can't describe what it was. I wish that I could. I've felt like that a lot lately. It's not a feeling that is overly foreign to me. Most of my life I've felt like I don't belong in just about every place and situation, but usually not when talking with my family (well at least not with the family members that were present tonight anyhow). I only wish I could figure out why I always feel that way, but after 28 years the cause still eludes me. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has ever felt alone and detached in rooms full of people; however, I wish that I could figure it out.

On a brighter note, I have not fallen down the stairs anymore and I'm very close to finishing my research paper (about 3-4 more pages left to go) and I'm almost ready to take the final test. Also, I'm off work tomorrow. :) That's it for now. I will have more another time. Plenty of poetry left to write.