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There’s No Place Like Home

If you remember, I mentioned in a previous post (March 24th) that I would be traveling back home to begin packing up and removing my mom’s clothes and other personal items, for either resale (re: my humongoid garage sale coming the last weekend in May) or to keep for sentimental reasons. This is being done because my dad is in the process of getting her placed in a home and he wants to begin clearing the clutter. This is just one of what I’m sure will be many trips there to load up stuff. My friend N and P will be accompanying me.

Well, D-day has come. I will be leaving Wednesday morning and returning sometime Saturday. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I D R E A D it. Absolutely. Not because it’s a “hassle” or physically taxing, but I know, regardless of how good an actor I am, it is going to be emotionally draining. 

I’ve arranged for my mother to be out of the house and spend the day at a care facility, so that she will not be alarmed or upset by the process. Because of this, I feel like I am doing something sneaky. I never kept stuff from her, and this feels like I am being deceptive or greedy or something of that ilk. Though I know I am just being realistic and preemptive, I still feel like a heel.

I’m trying not to be a total Debbie Downer about the trip, since I have friends in tow who are taking time off from their jobs to do this favor for me, which I couldn’t appreciate more. P is looking at it as an adventure, since he’s never been to my hometown, nor seen where I live. P. He’s definitely a ‘glass half full’-type personality. My polar opposite. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I like him. I suppose it could have it’s moments, since we may (or may not) get finished early and be able to browse some of my favorite haunts: the junk store, the used book store and assorted “antique” stores. And my hometown does have some interesting old architecture. It might not be so bad.

Anyway, I booked our rooms yesterday. And though it was tempting to get a single for me and P to share, I did the “mature” thing and got us 2 Queen-sized beds instead of a single King (which I would have preferred, but I gotta get a grip on the reality sometime). Is it funny that I find the fact that P and I will be sharing a room with 2 “Queens?” amusingly ironic? I don’t consider either of us to be what would be termed “queens” but the juxtaposition isn’t lost on me. If I had to choose a word, I’d pick “fastidious.” I got N his own room so he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. I’m afraid he has a tendency to feel like a “third wheel” when he is around P and I, which couldn’t be more wrong.

So, I have scheduled for blog posts to appear for the next 3 days (Wed./Thu./Fri.), so you can still have your Strife fix, even in my absence. I just wish I would have computer access while I’m gone, so that I could collect my paychecks on YoVille. How sad is that? LOL! So, if you don’t see me around for a few days, you’ll know why. I’m sure I’ll have another serving of drama for you once I get back home. And maybe even some groovy new pictures! We’ll see… Wish me luck. *sigh*

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