I cannot deny he is one of my favorite authors to read- I get transformed into a different world when I read those novels. I feel scared, excited, nervous and eager to understand. Something about them makes me devour his 500 pages in two days- 400 of which were read today.
Perhaps I'm just really bored being stuck back in Vermont.
Complicated story short: Mom moved to CT, dad is getting transferred from his job in a few weeks. Have house up here until March. Brother is going back to college next week. Sister is moving out Thursday to her own place in VT- the day I go back to Syracuse.
I only just got back from my CT visit yesterday. Already, it feels like it's time to be on the move again. I'm not sure if I reached a certain age where I just can't live with my family anymore, or my tolerance just decreased when I distanced myself, but it's just sooo hard living with these people now.
I think this is mostly because I am just really different from the lot of them. The mostone: I like to keep things moderately clean, moderately organized. The rest of them don't really care about that, so they throw all their crap everywhere and wait for someone else to deal with it. I just get claustrophobic when the house is too messy or when things aren't where they are supposed to be. Lord knows where I inherited this from. noticable
Generally, when I come home I just want to be left alone. I want to do my own thing, and relax. Sadly, my family has no intention of letting me do that. Finding the time to read Dan Brown undisturbed turned into more of an elaborate game of hide and seek than anything. I eventually ended up doing most of my reading in the downstairs bathroom- let them assume what they want.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family. I would defend them until the end of time, and will always come "home" (wherever it is home may be at the time) to be with them. These home trips just might be shorter at the end of the day, in order to keep myself moderately sane. As sane as you can be as a Merwin.
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