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!