On the TV box
So I had heard through the grapevine already (of course) that some folks I went to school with were on an HGTV home improvement show, but then ZOMG I had that very channel on tonight, because I cannot seem to turn the TV off while I house-sit, AND THEN SOMEBODY'S SAYING ARCADIA FLORIDA.
And there's these kids I vaguely recall from high school, now engaged, trying to move their new home across somebody else's pasture to their 5 acres of pasture. These kids are younger than I am but there they are, with their camo ball caps and Nextels on their belts, and their glorious rural Florida accents, on the TV as a young couple with a home.
And here I am, living out of boxes and nowhere even close to near to committed to this place or these people or this boy or this job.
But that's not what I'm really thinking about. It's the unexpectedly huge pleasure of seeing home - the cows and the particular look of the pasture, the quality of the light, the way the voices sound, the familiar highways, the live oaks and palmettos. Wow, it's hitting me hard.
HOME!