It feels good to be home. In the past when I've come to my parent's condo for a break or holiday, I've felt an uneasiness. It's as if I'm leaving something behind. I believe it's a similar feeling to the one my mother must've had all of the times she left me in the grocery store.
After eating at the soup and salad bar at Big Boy with my dad, I went home, and cooked a squash and made a salad. Both were intended to be consumed later in the week. My mom had given me these tasks to ensure that I wouldn't get bored while she was at work. I have always enjoyed cooking, but there was something about yesterday that was simpler than it had ever been before. I could actually focus on what I was doing in the moment with worried about something happening 12 hours away.
In the evening I had a cup of coffee with my sister and her new boyfriend. I was the first family member to meet him. It was comforting to know that my sister trusted my opinion, and I truly enjoyed myself. I got up this morning and did some yoga. I feel peaceful.
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