Last night was moving time; didn’t have any time to post. After the speeches, my home friends told me they were going to be in Lawrenceville that night. I’d be seeing them the next day (today) when we all go to a party back at Rowan, but I stopped there anyway on the way home to Montgomery and it turned out to be a very important get-together. We’re all very close and get along great but they love to quote movies verbatim and if you don’t know the source of the nonsense they’re spewing you can feel a little left out. The latest movie they’ve been quoting like Scripture is “Superbad,” which they’ve watched a ton of times at home and I haven’t seen since it was in theaters. Somewhere in the conversation, I was able to convince everyone we should watch Superbad again, for my sake, and we did. Now tonight’s party-going will be even better. Though my movie-line-encyclopedia friends will just quote the movie randomly, I tend to throw quotes in the mix during the proper situation which makes it funny for everyone, especially for my friends and I.
Now I’m home and loving it. When I got in just before midnight and all my family was asleep, I went quietly into the living room to scope out the Christmas tree. For the past week or two that tree’s been my computer wallpaper, keeping me going in my apartment, which is devoid of holiday cheer. Since then I’d been waiting for the moment I could truly stand in front of it. I’m not religious anymore, but “the holidays,” as they’re called very correctly today, are still very important to me. Christmas has always been a big time in my family, with three birthdays within two days of Dec. 25, including one on the big day. No matter what denomination one belongs to, a time reserved for family gathering is incredibly important, especially during the dark and cold days of winter; it’s no surprise that Christmas comes right after the solstice. I won’t really be able to cherish the family gathering until Friday when I’m back at home for good, but even now while my family is out at work or at school I have the Christmas carols running to indulge in the sounds which remind me of those wonderful times with the people closest to me.
Lately people have been asking me why I came home last night if I’d be back down at school the following night. One reason was that I was out of clothes and food and couldn’t really live another day properly down there just to wait for my friends. The other reason was most evident just before as a certain song came on in the living room: “O, there’s no place like home for the holidays…”
