Awesome

My mother arrived today. Her flight was fairly uneventful. (Or at least, she didn’t get pestered by a bunch of Tamil-speaking grandmothers. She did, however, sit next to a large, drunk man for a portion of the journey.)

I’m really excited that she’ll be here for a month, mainly because I haven’t spent so long a stretch of time with her in at least a year. We can go shopping, and we can gossip, and we can watch movies, and we can do everything that you can’t really do when your relationship has come down to a few short phone conversations every week.

These past two years, I really haven’t felt like I have a place to call ‘home’. CoMo doesn’t feel like home anymore; I’ve moved on. But at the same time, my dorm at Tech doesn’t feel like home either. Or maybe they both feel like home. I’m in India for a month; does that mean my room here is now my home?

It kind of feels like it is.

Regardless of whether it’s a ‘home’ or not, the fact remains that there are now three generations of awesome in one house.

-June 9th