Songs about Home

     I can remember living with my parents and being left home alone (at a completely appropriate age), and just feeling weird.  Lonely, maybe?  A Little freaked out? I dunno.  


But tonight, Tim is at Paul's puttering around with guitars, and I am here doing laundry and grading papers. 


I am here contemplating making coffee and playing on the internet.  


     And I don't feel weird.  I just feel like I am...at home.  Alone.  


I can also remember wondering what it would be like to be homesick for somewhere else other than my parents' house.  


Somewhere else.  

And when I leave here, I miss it.  


Which is a good thing, I guess.  


     This weekend, we are planting our garden.  There are 5 days of school left. Our entire weekend is booked.  Two out of three evenings include plans in which I will see this sweet face. 


Sometimes, things get so good that I find myself asking, "OKAY GOD WHEN IS THE OTHER SHOE GOING TO DROP?"


Like, I am looking for the ying to my yang.  As if there is always an inevitable balance of good vs. bad.  


Well. I have to quit doing that.  I have to stop.  


God is not a mathematician.  Last time I checked, he does not function in patterns.  I think in some ways, he is a God of chance.  

And we've learned by now that we always find what we are looking for.  So, love and no more bad habits.  H.