Nostalgia . . .

My parents are on a cruise this week and I'm staying at their house with my brother. I'm using it as a week to work on my thesis and hopefully make some decent progress (seriously, pray for me because I'm about ready to quit). I really miss Kyle and miss being at home, but this afternoon I just had a wave of nostalgia sweep over me.

I have my laptop set up at the dining room table. I didn't have a laptop in high school (much to my dismay) but I did do my homework here for much of my growing up years. This room looks a little different than when I did my originaly studying, but it just started to bring back memories. Around 3:15, I heard the first bus drive by and that brought even more memories of the days before I could drive.

I'm just overwhelmed right now by the thought that this house is where I lived for 13 years before I went to college and where I did all of my pre-college growing up. I haven't lived here for 10 years, now and the combination of foreign and familiar are both tugging at me.

And now, I'm about to have a child of my own . . . Who will grow up in my house and might come back one day and have this same feeling of foreign and familiar. I feel like at this point some sort of background singers should start playing "The Circle of Life" or something.

I've just been struck by that and wanted to get it down before I forgot.