Splashing In Puddles of Sand

How many sugars?

One thing I've been realizing since I got back to Ireland is how nice it is to feel at home. Home for me can be anywhere: It's not just where the heart is, because my heart can be in many places at once. Home is where I feel comfortable. Home for me is lying in a hammock or driving around Teguc in the N-Pak. Home is making the trip between Dublin and Northern Ireland. Home is my old house with my friends, and my brother and sister's apartment. Home is in San Francisco with Andy. I guess for me home is wherever I want to it be.

So what makes my home, is people. It's that feeling that comes with familiarity. It's funny how a single action, a word, a song, a sound lasting a split second can bring back so many memories. It's nice to be reminded of things that matter to you.

Which comes to the question "How many sugars?" I guess that is one question that matters to me. Maybe it's just the caffeine addict in me that wants to be acknowledged, but I like getting to that stage when the question no longer needs to be asked. I like the thought of someone knowing how I take my coffee. It is significant because it is so insignificant. It's just coffee, who cares if they dont notice how you take it, right? But the fact that they know, that they bother remembering, I like that. I like knowing that I can sit there, and the second the mug is in my hand it will be just the way I like it.

It's the little things like that that grab my attention. I like having someone surprise me with something that I love. It reminds me that some people do know me, they do pay attention to little random details like I do. I like how every time I walked into Brian's place he'd have a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream waiting for me in the freezer. I like how he'd grin at me and pull out two spoons and I didn't even need to ask what they were for, I'd just smile and pull him to me for a second, before pushing him out of the way and pulling the ice cream even closer to me! :)

Then there's stuff that's not familiar at all...that you dont miss till it's gone..when you realize how used to it you've gotten. For about a month Brian made me listen to the killers non-stop...and I wasn't that impressed with them. I didn't even like them! Then after not seeing him for like 3 weeks ALL I wanted to listen to was the Killers! I missed them because I was missing him. I fell in love with them, because of the way they reminded me of Brian, because of the way I associated the songs with so many things we had done. I'd stopped listening to them over the summer, I guess I played them out a bit over the past 6 months. But today I played them on my way from the North to Dublin, and it was like falling in love all over again. With them, with him, with familiarity...whatever I fell for, I dont know...I just fell!

posted by Oreo @ 11:31 PM