Home - Heat + 8" of Snow = Sappiness

What a week...after hustling my ass off trying to prove that I still have what it takes to be a damn fine fast food employee, they turned us loose at 6pm last night to head for home. Of course, Chicago was under eighty-seven feet of snow, so my mom called four times to beg me not to try to drive home, but the air outside was clear, and the ground was dry, so I said the hell with it and hit the road.

It was a smooth roll home, for the most part. Besides the parking lot of my building, I didn't really have much trouble with snow. Of course, when I rolled into my apartment at 10 last night, I discovered that my heat was off. I was too tired to look up the maintenance number, so I grabbed an extra blanket and a sweatshirt and bundled off to bed.

I couldn't stomach another day in Michigan. I couldn't do it. I missed home, sure, my own bed and my own cats (any cats, really, it's not like the Holiday Inn has rental cats you get with the room), but most of all I missed my Remix. It's kind of funny, actually--we've gone five days without seeing each other before (five years, but that's a different matter entirely), but almost as soon as I'd left I was wishing I was home with her.

I didn't just kind of miss her, either. It was an acute sensation, a literal ache. It wasn't the absence, exactly. It was the unavailability. Even when we're busy at home, when we can't get together during the week because of this thing or that, there's always some comfort knowing that we could drop everything and be together if the need was there. Four hours from home, not so much. We talked on the phone every night, but after a while those conversations become a little disjointed and tense, the layers of nicety peeling back to reveal the raw frustration underneath, the chafing at not being able to wrap our arms around each other and fall asleep.

I missed home while I was gone, sure. I knew I would. I just never realized that home wasn't my icy apartment in the suburbs. Home has warm arms and sexy eyes, fabulous legs and an easy smile, thick brown hair and a perfect laugh. And I think home missed me, too.




P.S. -- Don't forget to leave me some music suggestions, kids.