Long underwear makes a huge difference
May 1, 2012I admit I felt a pretty poorly this morning with the homesickness, forgive me if I forgot to miss you. I almost certainly do.
Anyway, I think the wave of homesickness was because we arrived at my in-laws in Connecticut. At some point after we crossed the Mississippi, C referred to his parents’ house as “when we get home” even though he’d never been to their new house (well, they’ve had it for a decade but we’ve never seen it). But it is home of sorts so getting here reminded me more of being home than our adventure so far.
It is a little odd, even for me (relatively new to the family having only been married to C for 14 years), to see the hew house with all the furniture and stuff that used to be in C’s childhood home in San Juan Capistrano. There is some cognitive dissonce with seeing that painting there when it used to be on a slightly similar wall in southern California. It adds to the dreamlike quality of the trip.
However, I’ve been very cold since we got here. My thin California blood is not up to the task of sitting still in temperatures of 60F. I get fairly miserable when I’m cold. I exacerbated the situation this morning: I thought a walk would warm me up but it was raining and chilly. I never got warm (or particularly dry) despite cuddling up to the radiator.
The bed was warm but when you are staying in family’s house, there is some call to be social; you can only spend so much time huddled under the down comforter.
Finally, a trip to REI and our first purchase that was not food, gas or hotel (we have acquired no souvenirs yet) and I feel a ton better, mentally and physically.