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| I'm 'Home' 2002, February 23 - 1:50 a.m.
2 am and Dad isn't home yet. I predicted this. I come home and he's out with his friends whom he sees everyday. I feel special. The ride home was kind of fun. Brent, his sister and I played a time game. I guessed we would be at my house at 10:20, his sister guessed 10:30 and Brent guessed 10:40. We each had 10 minute intervals. I had from 10:15 to 10:24 to be right. Brent won. His prize? A can of coke. Yeah, we're dorks. I really like Brent's family. They're good people. All families have problems but theirs is just so happy. Functional too. Oh, and wholesome as well. They're a healthy, normal, nice nuclear family. Almost unheard of in today's world. I'm envious. Yes, I am. Someday, I want a family like that. I want to be in a family that loves each other and respects each other. His parents are lucky, and so are their kids. I came home to a complete mess. The bathroom is in complete disaray, there are dirty dishes all over the house, the kitchen is full of filth. I can't wait to go back home. Home is where the cleanliness is. Where cleanliness is, my heart is. I have to start a job search this week, otherwise I wont have a job when I come back. I want to work at the marina. Full time work, $10 an hour and I'd be in the park, in the shade all day. I can deal with that. I'll see if Aunt Debbie can pull any strings for me. But it's late and I should be going. Tomorrow I have calls to make; I must let my family and friends know I'm in town, yes? Thank You - 2006, June 7
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