Click the Heels 3 Times

Jun 8, 2009 at 10:59 AM
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In the past month, I have gone "home" to see my mom twice. Both times, I have only stayed a few days, roughly a

glorified weekend, and then quickly packed my stuff and headed back to Clemson. Each time, as soon as I hit the stretch of highway that is a fast 12 miles to Clemson, I find myself relieved and excited to be almost home. I get a little peppier, a little more relaxed, and I find myself cranking up the radio and singing at the top of my lungs, happy in the knowledge that in under ten minutes, I will be walking through the door to our very tiny apartment, surrounded by the stuff I love, in a town with the people I adore, away from the suffocating drama that is my actual family.

This perplexes me.

The refelction pond

When we first moved to Clemson, I knew I was making my family sacrifice more than they ever had for my education. And for the first 6 months, everyone was mostly miserable. We were adjusting to being in only 850 square feet of space when before we were in over

Ancheaux's

double that. Having a family of four live on top of each other can be stressful, to say the least. Top that with a new school, new friends, new teachers, new streets to learn, and the loss of the support system we thought we had in Florence, and we found ourselves quickly drowning. By January, my husband and I were having discussions that consisted of him moving back to Florence with my children and leaving me here to finish my Master's. I knew if we did anything like that, our marriage was doomed. And I quite like my marriage, so we decided to work on everything.

I'm not sure what happened in the last 6ish months.

We don't want to leave. Not now and not in a year. This is home. It's the first place we've felt like we're living our lives. And I'm just not ready to give that up.

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Congratulations. That's a grea point to get too. I'm still about ten minutes from my mom, but in the past year, I've asserted myself and Hank and i have started living our own lives. It's great

It's kind of nice when it just creeps up on you like that, eh? :)

[this is good]

It really is.

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