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fiat_knoxI haven't told you whose homecoming it was, or indeed who has been away in the first place.
Well, let me take you all back one week. In point of fact, to the last vestiges of the night of Monday, November 9. I was in the flat, tucking myself into bed, nice and snug, but worried.
When I got up, 07:00 last Tuesday morning, my folks were gone. The house, which I housesat on and off for the past week, felt disturbingly empty, a mere shell awaiting animation and life to give it meaning.
I divided my time between the flat and the house. My days were spent travelling up to the house, from the wee small hours almost to sunset: from 16:00, it was a long journey back to the flat where I would spend my evenings. And so it was that I spent my days at the folks', and my nights at home.
Tonight, at 22:00, the folks finally came back. Mum and Dad had spent the week enjoying themselves over in Ireland. They went on holiday, and came back paler than when they'd set out. I love Irish holidays. Lovely food, but no chance of a tan.
So they are back home, there's no food in the cupboards, and I am content to relinquish the house to them, knowing that the meaning has come back to it - just as the meaning has returned fully to my flat, now that my presence is no longer divided between here and there.
(Face it, though. Anyone who knows me must realise by now that I live a fairly divided, multiple life anyway. This was just one more manifestation of my multiplicity).
So. I've covered my friend, the media fair, and now the homecoming. Tomorrow is the jobs fair. I'll talk about that tomorrow night.
Well, let me take you all back one week. In point of fact, to the last vestiges of the night of Monday, November 9. I was in the flat, tucking myself into bed, nice and snug, but worried.
When I got up, 07:00 last Tuesday morning, my folks were gone. The house, which I housesat on and off for the past week, felt disturbingly empty, a mere shell awaiting animation and life to give it meaning.
I divided my time between the flat and the house. My days were spent travelling up to the house, from the wee small hours almost to sunset: from 16:00, it was a long journey back to the flat where I would spend my evenings. And so it was that I spent my days at the folks', and my nights at home.
Tonight, at 22:00, the folks finally came back. Mum and Dad had spent the week enjoying themselves over in Ireland. They went on holiday, and came back paler than when they'd set out. I love Irish holidays. Lovely food, but no chance of a tan.
So they are back home, there's no food in the cupboards, and I am content to relinquish the house to them, knowing that the meaning has come back to it - just as the meaning has returned fully to my flat, now that my presence is no longer divided between here and there.
(Face it, though. Anyone who knows me must realise by now that I live a fairly divided, multiple life anyway. This was just one more manifestation of my multiplicity).
So. I've covered my friend, the media fair, and now the homecoming. Tomorrow is the jobs fair. I'll talk about that tomorrow night.
