home for christmas

i know what most people mention as their favorite part of being home for the holidays:
rest, relaxation, good food, loved ones near and dear, shopping, gift-giving, usual stuff..

it's not that those things don't matter to me, they just don't make my tip top favorites ;)

5. movies: i never ever watch movies unless i'm home. i mean i'll watch a rare spot of tv every once in a blue moon, but only in less than 15 min sittings. so hard to beat the experience of a crowded couch with blankets at home.
4. frizzy hair: home is the remarkable one place on earth where when i leave my hair alone and let it do it's natural curly way; instead of strange looks, i get genuine "wow! you're hair looks so good like that!
3. no alarm clocks: unbeknownst to any of my immediate family, i am usually a very early riser during the school year; however, at home i have come to be known as some species of hibernating bear that is not to be woken. i very much try to maintain the image.
2. sweatpants: my family is probably the only ones who would ever love me in my sweatpants. seriously, you haven't seen these sweatpants. that's how i can tell it's real love.
1. craziness: i guess i just really like how they put up with me. and i can be silly and random all i want and they can't judge me, because they're weird too ♥

merry christmas!

there is a time...

^{i looked at the stars all the way home, and i really mean home, tonight.}

¹ There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—

 ² A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
³ A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
⁴ A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
⁵ A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
⁶ A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
⁷ A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
⁸ A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace. 

while it's still today

(15 min after valentine's) i will listen to my valentine playlist--songs that remind me of the people i love more than any other people.

dad: "tomorrow"
mom: "first day of my life"
jedidiah: "daylight"
josiah: "you've got a friend in me"
micah: "baby, baby"

i think i will feel a little bit sad and happy, and go to bed.

chicago

just got back from chicago... with the 'just' being four hours ago. it was quite fun, dozing in out of sleep in the car, trudging around the city with my brother and mom, being asked by tourists how to get places (weird. can't people tell i'm not from there either?!) and looking at a couple groceries as well as an apartment. it was drizzly at first and then rainy. ....oh, and, talk about major fashion error: me! i had stayed up the night before trying to find something (unwrinkled) in my closet that would work for the trip. i decided on light flare jeans, the faded olive screen tee i always wear, my gold little-miss-muffet locket necklace, and my brown sholder bag. hello wrong descision. my flares sucked up water faster than capillary action, walking around those rainy streets. so nearly up to my knee was a lovely soppy dark blue while the rest of my pants remained light. it was also rather cold, so i had to wear my black fur hoodie, of which the fur was the exact color of my hopelessly humid frizzy hair.... which resulted in the illusion of hair sticking out every which way. my. i must have been a fright. thankfully i did have an umbrella... (i think we walked about two miles total). but anyway, despite my pretty major fashion blunder(s), i *did* have fun. ;) chicago is absulutely glamourous at the same time quirky. (glorious designer boutiques and street markets.... artsy appartments and skyscrapers...) my brother got an appartment with a very nice view of the city and the john hancock building. i'm happy that everything worked out.

...hmm. now just to dry out my wet shoes.