I went home for five days last weekend and it was GLORIOUS. When I go home I get to forget about so many shitty things! I don’t have to worry about being unemployed (it’s now been a month and ten days, for anyone who’s counting), spending money on frivolous things, avoiding the dog tikki masala that seems to be plastered all around my neighborhood, cooking, cleaning, being too loud for the neighbors, or getting yelled at by the guy who lives in the laundromat and steals everyone’s socks and takeout food.
At home, this is what I do:
-Eat bagel sandwiches for lunch that my Mom buys me.
-Watch beer commercials on YouTube with my Dad.
-Go for beach walks every single day with my Maaam (Dad can’t still because of the fake hip).
-Force my parents into watching AND LIKING films like “Knocked Up.” (Maaam the day after: “I love stoner humor!”)
-Do laundry for free, without getting yelled at, and without focusing solely on it for hours at a time. I can throw things into the washing machine and forget about them for hours if I want! It’s such a LUXURY!
-Drive without having panic attacks from all the honking, yelling and pressure of city drivers, AND without getting lost.
-Read all my old Archie comic books (I have hundreds. I was obsessed.)
-Eat fabulous dinners my parents make (Beef stew! Coconut curry shrimp soup!) and sit and talk forever and ever at the dinner table.
-Visit old friends and get the most amazing gossip EVER about all the fuckers we went to high school with who are all in a race towards mediocrity.
-Trade music with my Maaam.
-APPEAR ON UNIVISION WHILST SUPPORTING MY DAD’S CAMPAIGN!! (I’ve scoured the interwebs for the video, but they don’t put their news clips up on their site. SO. BUMMED.)
I ended up staying an extra day and a half because it was so leisurely and joyous. The ride back home to SF was a bummer, and by the time I reached the city it was raining and I couldn’t find a parking spot by the apartment. But I made it, unpacked a bunch of my favorite books that I’d been keeping at home, and the bag of groceries my parents made me take, and watched The Simple Life. It was all I could do to cope!
