Day 4

I want to write, but I don't know what to say. Or maybe I just don't know where to start.

This house is growing on me, but it still doesn't feel homey. I've learned the layout of my cabinets, how the faucets work, and where all the light switches are. Tiny has learned what windows he can see out of and where he likes to lay. I guess we're both starting to feel "at home". Kinda weird. I've noticed that I am much better at cleaning and taking care of this place than I was at my parents house and even at my old house before that. I vacuumed the entire upstairs today, but I blame that on my love for my vacuum. I still have boxes everywhere and I think they'll stay that way for awhile. I obviously have all my daily needs accessible and I know where most thing are in case I need to find them. It's nice having alot of space especially when we don't have enough stuff to fill said space...yet. I don't think this will ever be home to me because I really believe that my parents' house may always resemble home, but it will be home-ier once Brian is back and it's not just me and Tiny.

I ordered a bunch of big ticket items on Thanksgiving day to be delivered here. I planned on staying here for at least 3 weeks before going home for Christmas, but my plans changed. Sunday when I was terribly home sick and lonely, I decided that I was going to wait for my stuff to arrive and then I was heading home asap. So, after I came to that conclusion, I was crossing my fingers for quick shipping. So far 2/3 of my orders have been shipped. My biggest one should be here tomorrow or Friday (!!!) and I really don't know about the other one. I'm hoping Saturday or early next week. I just need that last pesky one to hurry up and get on a UPS or FedEx truck headed for my front door.

I don't feel like myself here. I have never lived 15 minutes from civilization. The only thing around me is a shoppette (aka convenience store/gas station). I have to drive about 10 minutes to the PX and Commissary and then 15-20 minutes to Wal-Mart or anything in "town". Ordinarily if I was living in this house in Abilene, I'd have grabbed lunch somewhere at least once and probably hit up the mall and other home decor stores. Instead I have left this house once (yesterday) since my parents left. Today was day 4 alone in the house. Luckily I am very accomplished at occupying myself during the day. I am very fond of lazy PJ cleaning days. Don't ask me how much cleaning actually gets done. ;-)

I have a few things I need to do tomorrow so maybe I'll leave the house for the second time. I need to bring Tiny's papers to the vet, get a couple things at the PX and check my mail. I should also pick up Tiny's presents in the backyard, do laundry and vacuum downstairs. I don't know why I put my plans on here. I inevitably change them.

I can't wait to go home, bake an insane amount of cookies, enjoy my parents' full-o-ornament tree, eat some of my favorite foods, and babble endlessly at the kitchen table about nothing. I miss their faces and Tiny misses his Nana! Here's to hoping I'll be there by this time next week.

S.