Shaz's visit to a home
Shaz’s visit to a home
I am visiting a friend’s house.
I mean, I am visiting a friend’s home.
I walk in the door and am immediately greeted by her siblings and parents.
I sit down and notice the hand made cushion covers and the family photos on the wall.
I sit back and watch a movie; all the time observing how the siblings interact.
Later I assist the father with dinner; typical quick and easy food: pizza.
I notice the kitchen set out with the breakfast bar attached.
There is a cat that constantly walks between our legs until we feed her.
Everyone is comfortable in each other’s company; even to the extent of one brother telling the other that his fly is open.
After dinner, everyone is assigned chores; mine was wiping the clean dishes.
Then it was time to study and practice the piano.
The older brother is teaching the younger brother the piano.
Slowly the home shuts down for the night, with everyone going to their rooms to read, study, listen to music or play computer games.
Quiet reigns on my friend’s home.
Strange how everything that has happened throughout the evening has been so ordinary yet so odd.
I have been institutionalized for the past six years by boarding school and college dormitories, and whenever I go to a home I bask in the strangeness and the normalcy of it all.
My friend would find it all mundane, as you most likely to do too.
But to me, it is a brief but delightful taste of what my future home will be like; my future family; my future life.
In my future I will no longer have mass production of café food or recycled and reused decorations on the wall.
In my future I will no longer have the bathroom so far from bedroom or the laundry so far from the kitchen; every room will be right next door to each other.
In the future, I will live with my family; not a bunch of strangers or acquaintances.
In the future, I will have a dog who will keep the family and the home safe.
In the future, I will have a car and go where I want when I want.
In the future, I will look back on my time in institutions and long for the things I had then that I do not have now.
I am visiting a friend’s house.
I mean, I am visiting a friend’s home.
I walk in the door and am immediately greeted by her siblings and parents.
I sit down and notice the hand made cushion covers and the family photos on the wall.
I sit back and watch a movie; all the time observing how the siblings interact.
Later I assist the father with dinner; typical quick and easy food: pizza.
I notice the kitchen set out with the breakfast bar attached.
There is a cat that constantly walks between our legs until we feed her.
Everyone is comfortable in each other’s company; even to the extent of one brother telling the other that his fly is open.
After dinner, everyone is assigned chores; mine was wiping the clean dishes.
Then it was time to study and practice the piano.
The older brother is teaching the younger brother the piano.
Slowly the home shuts down for the night, with everyone going to their rooms to read, study, listen to music or play computer games.
Quiet reigns on my friend’s home.
Strange how everything that has happened throughout the evening has been so ordinary yet so odd.
I have been institutionalized for the past six years by boarding school and college dormitories, and whenever I go to a home I bask in the strangeness and the normalcy of it all.
My friend would find it all mundane, as you most likely to do too.
But to me, it is a brief but delightful taste of what my future home will be like; my future family; my future life.
In my future I will no longer have mass production of café food or recycled and reused decorations on the wall.
In my future I will no longer have the bathroom so far from bedroom or the laundry so far from the kitchen; every room will be right next door to each other.
In the future, I will live with my family; not a bunch of strangers or acquaintances.
In the future, I will have a dog who will keep the family and the home safe.
In the future, I will have a car and go where I want when I want.
In the future, I will look back on my time in institutions and long for the things I had then that I do not have now.
posted by blue nurse | 8:16 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks, Daniel.
It is always fun visiting a home instead of a dorm. :D
Of course, I should have been studying when I was writing this blog. Oh well, hopefully, I will get there eventually.
Shaz
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