It's often the little things in life ...

I love when the time comes at night when I can curl up on my black and white checkered sheets, scrunch my matching pillow under my chin and wind my beautiful quilt around my limbs. It's even better if I have time to pull out my computer, open a blank screen and write. It gives me a chance to unpack the events of my day.

Today was particularly interesting. After the few hours of sleep I retained (broken up by strange dreams of TV shows I had watched prior to homework), I spent most of my day yawning and wishing for my wonderful bed. I was so exhausted at one point that I contemplated taking an evening nap. I knew I would regret it so I settled for my favorite characters on NCIS. I vegged. A lot. I hardly ever feel that I have time to watch TV anymore, but tonight, that was almost all I did -- until about 9pm when I decided to wake up and get interesting.

Isn't it strange that at the time everyone else is settling into bed, that it is the last thing I want to do? I think it has something to do with the fact that I spend most of my day away from my family that when they are all home (which is usually only around the time when they're all heading to sleep) I want to spend as much time with them as possible. I love to talk to my mom, but it seems that the only time we have are the few moments when she's finishing up her work before she heads upstairs. Monday nights are the worst because depending on how the week goes, I could literally not really have another face-to-face moment with her until Friday (usually there are a few moments after my night classes where I catch her, but she heads to bed shortly after I get home -- some weeks I don't get home until after she's asleep).

My family is my treasure. For the past 2 years, I've spent my days milling through people that I don't really know. I am just finally starting to know a few people which improves my days above simply bearable. When I come home to my safe haven with my parents and siblings (if they're in a good mood) it feels like coming home should feel. I love that I have this time with my younger siblings who are growing up all too fast, even if we do fight every once in a while.

So the lesson? Well, there's two:
1. I never know where my writing is going to take me. I start off thinking about writing and my day and end up in the midst of my family.
2. I thank God for my family. Some days, they're all I have.