Home from Memphis...
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...and looking forward to a night of sleep in my own bed. The bed at my inlaws' house is a lovely four-poster, but so hard that I kept waking up in the middle of the night with cramps and stiffness in whichever arm and shoulder I was lying on. I don't think I had any nights of uninterrupted sleep all week, although I got a reasonably large number of total hours of sleep.
I'm tired of being a guest. Tired of too much rich food, and the amount of alcohol my inlaws drink, and not being able to rummage around and fix things to suit myself. Tired of trying to be comfortable in a neat-as-a-pin overdecorated house. Tired of company. Tired of making my bed every morning. Tired of putting my toothbrush and hairbrush under the sink and hanging up my towel in the closet so the bathroom doesn't look inhabited. Tired of being fussed over. Tired of watching what I say. Tired of not being able to go to the gym. Tired of having no net access.
Okay: I'm just feeling cranky and antisocial in general, and it's making me unfair and ungracious.
curiousangel's father loves him and desperately misses him, and was delighted to have a whole week to spend with him. He was delighted to see me too. The whole family is very sweet. They go to great lengths to make me feel welcome and to do things that they think
curiousangel and I will enjoy. The more I get to know them, the more I genuinely like them. They're nice people. They're generous and kind to us. When the conversation veered perilously around to (a) the potential war in Iraq, and (b) lesbianism, they actually listened to what I had to say. They would hate to think that they ever made me uncomfortable - and, truth be told, they make me a lot less uncomfortable than they used to. They're very very different from me, but they're well-meaning people. I said "I love you" when they left us at the airport, and genuinely meant it.
But a week of being a visitor in their house has just about worn me out. I'm glad to be home.
I'm tired of being a guest. Tired of too much rich food, and the amount of alcohol my inlaws drink, and not being able to rummage around and fix things to suit myself. Tired of trying to be comfortable in a neat-as-a-pin overdecorated house. Tired of company. Tired of making my bed every morning. Tired of putting my toothbrush and hairbrush under the sink and hanging up my towel in the closet so the bathroom doesn't look inhabited. Tired of being fussed over. Tired of watching what I say. Tired of not being able to go to the gym. Tired of having no net access.
Okay: I'm just feeling cranky and antisocial in general, and it's making me unfair and ungracious.
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But a week of being a visitor in their house has just about worn me out. I'm glad to be home.
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Date: 2002-12-30 02:10 am (UTC)-J