WRong. Ive pondered this one deep into the night. And you can go home again. Just usually when you get there, Home isnt how you remembered it, and if you are super lucky, Home, is even better.
The thing is Home, changes. Home is exactly what you need at any particular time. If you need Home to be three squares a day with lemon sago for dessert, thats what Home will be. But if you go Home again and dont like lemon sago anymore, then the chances are, lemon sago wont be on offer anyway. It'll be something different. Like lemon meringue pie. Still the same lemon, but in the new way you now want.
Yes, I know, you are already making the connection arent you? PreciousPrincess here, wants to go Home. But not to what used to be Home, what is Home now. Someone else this PreciousPrincess knows also wants to go home. Sadly for him, his Home, is no longer available for rent. His Home got turned from a house with a picket fence, into a sprawling acreage lot, and if anyone makes that connection mean my ass, I'll be cranky. I meant that a picket fenced Home usually has your typical family type in it. A sprawling acreage lot, has a whole set of different people completely. For one, a sprawling acreage lot takes a lot more work before it can be called Home. Theres always something that needs doing on a sprawling acreage lot. Something to mend, something to grow. Something to fix, something to tend to. A sprawling acreage lot is a lot more calmer to be around too. Did you ever notice those people who have sprawling acreage lots spend a lot more time at Home? Thats because that is where they want to be. A picket fenced Home usually has people who are out and about all the time, I wonder if that is because they arent too happy with their picket fence at all? And just want something different? The thing is.....you have to love your Home, or else its just a place you grew up. OR didnt, if you didnt bother to grow up til you left Home anyway. Or didnt bother to grow up at all, as is the case with some people this PreciousPrincess knows...........
*oh ok, in a less euphemistic sort of way....bbh2 told preciousprincessjunior last night that he hasnt decided if he wants to come home and live with us or not, a question she asked him, not me. God forbid not me. Now Ive got a drama on my hands cos the man doesnt fucking think and she now thinks hes coming home to play happy lil families forever and ever amen. That, my sweet preciousprincessjunior is never going to happen, and even though he screwed the whole idea, im going to be the one who has to break her heart for again by pointing out that he aint coming home. I hate him. May a thousand........no thats not very kind and good of me. May he have to live with himself when he realises he torched his own Home. That will be enough for me I guess.*
Back to me, the more important character of this here blog anyway. So, Ive decided, Im going Home. Well, a lil drive by it at least. Ok, Im doing the lil drive by bit now. But I might stop in and ask the new dwellers if they mind me taking a few pics, for old times sake.
Thought for this second.......Might borrow a quote from Jayne, who, on these sorts of occassions reminds me why Im even friends with her......*A shag 18 years in the making? Priceless!*
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