Here I sit, on the floor, of my attic room at my sister’s house, the last night of my time away. My mother lived in this attic room for 10 years or so back in the day. And now I use this room when I visit. It is a lovely space. But the ladder steps aren’t easy on the knees. I can’t believe my mother went up and down those ladder steps all those years. No wonder she was always in such good shape.
I’m not sure what to call my time away this past month. Vacation? Escape? What do I call these visits back “home”?? Vacation doesn’t ring true since the definition in my mind of a vacation is doing nothing, in a hotel, relaxing or site seeing. At my mom’s there is a constant list of to do things, not that I’m complaining as there is also a nice relaxing vibe there. Not quite vacation but it can be relaxing and therapeutic as soon as I’m done with the to-do lists.
Here in Sewickley there is NO down time. None. Nada. Well I take that back a little. I sat at Jean and Larry’s who fed me a delicious dinner. I stopped in at Jerry’s for a minute and went with her and Janice to Eat N Park. I mean those events were nice and I consider that down time. But the rest of the “Sewickley” time was running from one place to another. So Vacation just doesn’t seem like the right terminology. Escape could fit but I could use escape either way. Escaping to here or escaping from here. Escape just doesn’t sound right either.
Whatever it is I’ve been doing, away from Florida, has been great. The drive up here from Virginia was absolutely beautiful. I’ve been making that trip my entire life and I never get tired of the scenery. My Sewickley time, as usual, has been over busy with lots of babies; I also got some friend time in, some Eat N Park strawberry pie in, some wonderful son time in, really good son time this trip, a great weekend with old college friends, I mean it’s been great. There are a couple of people who I didn’t get to see that I usually do and that always makes me sad. I never get to see the PPU people who I want to. I have yet to be able to get into the city for any amount of time to visit with all that I would like to visit with at work. I plan to visit PPU every time I’m here but I am always, ALWAYS, diverted by something. By the time I get this figured out (how to get all the visiting in when I’m here) no one is going to remember me anyway.
I was asked several times if I missed Florida and I have to say every time someone asked me I was like “eh” … and then I would wonder to myself “does this mean something?” Like should I be worried that I don’t miss Florida? And after a very short time of analyzing this the answer is “no” I do not feel bad. How could I? I am here with my family and friends who I am with maybe 5 days out of the year now. I am in Florida all the rest of the days. I was also with my two very best college friends, like VERY best college friends who I haven’t been with for years. I mean time with them is unbelievably precious. And really I just love being with my boys. I always have.
However, as this evening approached, and my son time draws to an end and I’m going up and down this ladder at my sister’s house to try to pack clothes and I missed getting a shower AND eating dinner because the babies are all over the place needing put to bed, read to and climbing all over me, well I’m starting to look forward to “home”. The dinner missing isn’t going to hurt, but the shower thing, well I don’t even want to talk about it. Then my boyfriend said he’s going to take a ½ day off to spend with me when I return. I gotta say, THAT makes me happy. And I’m signing up for a class at Hospice on Thursday, planning a day at the beach on Friday with Stephanie, in addition to going to a concert with Phil on Friday night and now my mind is back in Florida. NOW I’m ready to go home…to Florida. I like that I live there. I LOVE living there. But, I’m not going to lie….I miss my kids. I miss hanging out with them, making them cookies, going to Fuel and Fuddle with Zach, sitting on John’s deck with Jimmy. I miss them. They (the boys) act like they like seeing me too. I mean it just doesn’t get any better than that. But it does make me miss them even more.
I don’t know when I’ll be back after this time which is a bit disconcerting. My sister says I’m here every 6 weeks. I don’t know if it’s really that often, but I don’t plan on coming back for a while. I’m thinking September. In the meantime, I’m having another girls weekend in 3 weeks in Florida. Sewickley girls are coming down and we’re going to spend a weekend. How great is that? I think there needs to be more of those kinds of visits.
I know that once I’m on the plane I will be super excited to get home, to Florida, and my boyfriend, and my own bed. Plus there are a lot of unknown new adventures to be had. I mean I don’t have a job anymore. Remember that? Don’t you wonder what will happen next?
Here’s some vacation pictures:
Scenery on drive up. The pictures don’t do the actual views justice. But take my word for it – it was beautiful.
City Views (I do miss my apartment):
a View from Jimmy’s dad’s house:
Needless to say I love my visits. I do miss so many different things about being here but I’m still very very happy I live in Florida. Such a conundrum. I’m just glad I can go back and forth as much as I do. All I need now is my own condo in Pittsburgh and in Florida and well then I’ll be set. It’s a goal.
Looking forward to blogging from home in Florida again and getting back to my conundrums there!