Ya know that feeling of missing someone?
I’ve never considered myself a homebody.
Send me on vacation– I might never come back.
I maintain a wonderful relationship with my parents.
Give my mother and I a bowl of grapes and a cocktail,
Well, forget about the hour. Weird? Not really, it’s just our thing.
No, but about this feeling–
That gut-rot feeling in the endless pit of your stomach.
The lump as big as Plymouth Rock that’s lodged in your throat holding back tears.
Those tears that decided to come back during every movie–
The Break-up, Love & Other Drugs, LIAR LIAR, the list goes on.
(you’d think I was going through a break-up)
When any old Garth Brook’s song starts sounding father-daughter-dance worthy.
When you start asking your guy friends for bear hugs, because Dad is missing in action.
And you start arguing with your girlfriends for the hell of it, because Mom is too.
You start feeling like everyone is yelling at you if someone raises their voice a pinch.
When you keep looking outside for your shoes, because mom always threw them out there at home.
When you decide to change dish soap scents to the one ‘mom buys’ because it smells better.
You start thinking a wake-up call at 6 a.m. from little kids, doesn’t seem that bad?
You start craving greasy food from Cooper’s, the local watering hole.
You start thinking “this Bud Light Lime would taste so much better on my deck at home.”
You even miss the comfort of your carpet, and the perfect horizontal lines that the vacuum makes.
I’m even missing the scent of Dad’s after shave.
And that black, tar looking liquid he calls coffee is sounding much better than the$5 ice-caramel latte I just bought.
When you miss home-cooked meals and opening the pantry to every snack KELLOGS has to offer.
It’s official—spaghetti-O’s, Mac& Cheese, Ramen noodles and canned minute dinners are completely outdated and out of my cupboard.
Most of all,
I miss the arguing, the aroma, the bear hugs, the real meaning of “raising your voice” and last but not least, EDDY & BETTY.
This Friday, I am going home.
I will be greeted by little ones with full diapers, freshly fluffed carpet, and a cocktail at 5 o’clock by those wonderful people that I miss so much.
