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I've found a second home, I just realized this after reading rumigirls journal and the feeling I have now. I just came back from watching a Super 12 rugby match at a sports bar in Dunedin, Wellington Hurricanes 49 to Canberra Brumbies 37 adn I was right there every second and felt alive and like this was right. Rowan was sitting beside me and we laughed and shouted and were there in every second. This morning I woke up and snuggled back in bed as New Zealand sunshine peeked in and had porridge for breakfast. I talked with my parents as Rowan lay beside me reading The Once and Future King, which I recommened. Tommorow night, we go see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy with a bunch of fun people and just are. I have a job that's okay, but last week, The Cancer Society needed me and asked my employment agency for me. Sadly I wasn't able to help them, but they wanted me.
Last week, I was sick and coughed and felt awful and was taken care. Whenever I"m sick, I think of days laying in bed with a good book and my Mom making me toast and tea. This time, Rowan took me to the doctor, made sure I slept, made me Milo (NZ hot chocolate and quite yummy) and took care of me. He made sure I actually slept and took my meds and made me feel at home. I don't know what Swarthmore will feel like when I come back from Dunedin since I've found a home here and god willing, I won't be seperated from the home I found here. Since Rowan is my home and makes me feel safe and loved. And I still have touch with my other homes, friends from Randolph-Macon, who are finding their own ways, Geoff and Erin, two friends who know me better than most, and family. I'm so lucky in my family and talk to my parents whenever I can and buy presents for my nieces so they don't forget their Aunt Kate who's on the other side of the world. Also the cat, Magenta at my flat, makes this more like home since she reminds me of Suzi and Charlie, the cats I grew up with and will purr and as Rowan says, she sounds like a harley-davidson.
Home is in people and places and the strange moments in between. In times when you feel safe and right and have no worries about anything and just live in the moment. In cooking and the smells of a feast being prepared and the laughter of lots of people all trying to make something to share. In the smell of saltwater and going to the shore, Pacific or Atlantic and sand in your shoes and Grandma's garden. In strong arms to protect me and reading Tolkien and Rumpole of the Bailey aloud to each other. In discovering places together and in just being and knowing you don't have to pretend. I'm lucky that I have many homes. And the Hurricanes beat the Brumbies!!!!!
Last week, I was sick and coughed and felt awful and was taken care. Whenever I"m sick, I think of days laying in bed with a good book and my Mom making me toast and tea. This time, Rowan took me to the doctor, made sure I slept, made me Milo (NZ hot chocolate and quite yummy) and took care of me. He made sure I actually slept and took my meds and made me feel at home. I don't know what Swarthmore will feel like when I come back from Dunedin since I've found a home here and god willing, I won't be seperated from the home I found here. Since Rowan is my home and makes me feel safe and loved. And I still have touch with my other homes, friends from Randolph-Macon, who are finding their own ways, Geoff and Erin, two friends who know me better than most, and family. I'm so lucky in my family and talk to my parents whenever I can and buy presents for my nieces so they don't forget their Aunt Kate who's on the other side of the world. Also the cat, Magenta at my flat, makes this more like home since she reminds me of Suzi and Charlie, the cats I grew up with and will purr and as Rowan says, she sounds like a harley-davidson.
Home is in people and places and the strange moments in between. In times when you feel safe and right and have no worries about anything and just live in the moment. In cooking and the smells of a feast being prepared and the laughter of lots of people all trying to make something to share. In the smell of saltwater and going to the shore, Pacific or Atlantic and sand in your shoes and Grandma's garden. In strong arms to protect me and reading Tolkien and Rumpole of the Bailey aloud to each other. In discovering places together and in just being and knowing you don't have to pretend. I'm lucky that I have many homes. And the Hurricanes beat the Brumbies!!!!!
