Coming Home

Well friends, for those of you who are dying to know more about the grandma behind the screen, here is your first glance into the looking glass. I was indeed that child who moved away from home the second I got the chance. From my mother’s perspective, it was for no reason other than to break her heart into a million pieces, and let me tell you, she brings it up every chance she gets. From my friend’s perspective, I was fresh out of college, looking for my first “big girl job,” and seriously contemplating becoming a part-time stripper. So to them, it would only make sense that I follow my sugar daddy out of town. From the perspective of those I went to high school with – wait, what was her name again? Do you want the inside scoop? I moved away from home for no other reason but to start fresh without the familiars breathing down my neck as I conquer my new found freedom. I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere. Preferably somewhere that I didn’t have to worry about dodging conversation with my 4th grade Catholic school teacher in Walmart. Please, someone lead me in the direction of avoidance in isle 3. Now, where did I move to that was so much more exciting than my hometown you may ask? Down town Ford City, Pennsylvania. Yup, everything we could’ve never dreamed for. A shared garage, 20ft of “yard,” neighbors that were way too close for comfort, and parking tickets on more than one occasion. We were locked in a lease for 12 long months of leaking pipes, moldy walls, and a creepy shower I was forced to bathe in in the basement. Ah, the sweet taste of freedom. We were indeed “home.” I guess it wasn’t all as bad as I am making it out to be. I did forget to add that one time we thought our landlord was going to sue us, but that was just a minor panic attack of 2018 – we’ve moved on. I also forgot to mention the beautiful interior design work that we got to admire each and everyday. Picture this – a green plaid accent wall with an oversized unframed mirror and wait for it – a snowman Christmas boarder running along the top of the wall. I’m telling you, I can’t make this shit up – I still have nightmares. My point is, our first place might have sucked complete ass, but it was ours. Ford City, PA is were I will always remember as the place that I found my independence. It was where I started my first job, adopted my beloved puppers, and where I witnessed my first up close police arrest.. I’m telling you – our neighbors were weirdos.. Although, I may never be able to blindly put a washcloth up to my face without checking for spiders first, but hey we all learn life lessons one way or another – mine just so happened to be naked in a basement shower. I leave you with this – don’t be afraid to leave your familiar. You may never get to appreciate the importance of “going home” if you never leave in the first place. I encourage you to go out and experience the world, even if it is only for a 12 month lease in a crappy apartment.

2 thoughts on “Coming Home

  1. You write very well! Yes I think everyone should be forced to leave home at 21 if not before … a harsh lesson in reality and we are better for it.

    Nice to meet you and welcome to WP 🙂

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