|one of many more to come
||[Dec. 24th, 2006|02:07 pm]
In eight minutes, Matt will be here to get me and my box of presents and cookies, and we'll be heading off to celebrate Christmas with Roy royhuggins, Electra eliciel, and family. This will be the first Christmas that I haven't been in Iowa with my parents. *cough* *sniffle* I think I'm coming down with a bad case of adulthood.
Two months ago, I wrote about how going home to Iowa in September didn't really feel like home. Two days ago, gripped by a strange compulsion, I decided to get my futon into a proper frame instead of letting it remain on the floor. (See? See?! Adulthood!) Today, sitting on my newly couchified futon in my living room (my living room!), looking across the hallway and through the bathroom door at the Vasily Kafanov print on my bathroom wall, I feel like I've finally made this place feel enough like home for it to be what I mean when I say "home".
Merry Christmas to you and yours! Happy New Year!
I just called from the Rudels' phone to wish you a merry Christmas, but no answer. I'll try calling tomorrow.
I have two (2) presents for you, but one of them has still not shown up, even though I ordered it about three (3) weeks ago. It's important that they are sent together, because one of them is rather silly, and the other one is rather classy and useful. They shall be sent ASAP.
Merry Christmas to you too! Happy Dawning of Adulthood :).
2006-12-25 05:47 pm (UTC)
Speaking of adulthood, my mom referred seriously last night to me as being "of marriagable age." This was while giving me a book about marriage. Fortunately it wasn't one about how to catch a man, but entitled, "How to Avoid Marrying a Jerk."
Maybe the book is good, but man, I'm really not in favor of relationship self-help books being given as gifts, unless they're particularly asked for. You just can't pick those books out for other people, any more than you would pick out a partner for someone else.
Was the futon your bed at this point?
I had a setup like that for a while after moving out of the dorms, and the futon stayed with me as an auxiliary couch for a few years afterwards.
I had a proper mattress as a bed, but despite my claims to adulthood, it was on the floor. I didn't have a bed frame until Wren moved away from Portland and gave his to me.