Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Thoughts of home

After the basement flooded, I rescued my clothes from getting wet and put them into bags.

I slept on the extra bed in Fisa's room while she was gone, dragging my bags of clothes, and laying them next to the bed. There they sat, for my last few weeks at home. Now they sit in the trunk of my car, waiting for my new home, here in Ohio.

I grabbed some pants from one of the bags earlier this evening, and as I pulled a bag towards me, I smelt mothballs or whatever smell makes up Fisa. Its not a bad smell, but the smell that clings to Old People. I have to admit, I felt a little homesick. And I'm serious.

But, thank God my pants don't smell like mothballs, too.


Blogger X.A. Botero said...

Phil, there's never a need to feel homesick when you've got a blog...

10:55 PM  
Blogger X.A. Botero said...

Seriously now, just keep your head up, Daddy Warbucks. You'll do fine out there in the great state of Ohio. Home is not just where you make it, but what you make it. That is, anywhere can feel like home if that's how you make yourself see your present place.

GAUNT. All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus:
There is no virtue like necessity.

10:59 PM  
Blogger Dad said...

Are you feeling homesick or sick of home? not sure...

We all get old, so live well each day.

I hope you are enjoying your job. Been to the base yet?


I'll show you some blankity blank blank blank verse...

you like my literary perspective?

11:44 PM  
Blogger Phil said...

Thanks guys, I'm doing ok over here. I just found it funny that smelling mothballs would remind me of home more than anything else.

8:45 AM  

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