I have become an incredibly easy-going person. Not a lot phases me. I think going to college and working maintenance at the pool has helped me loosen up. Not too many years ago, I would freak out if someone touched my stuff, let alone, used or moved it. It was borderline obsessive. The first few times I came home from school during my first year, I cried out of frustration. See my family is slowly, but surely, outgrowing our house. To be fair to my siblings, my mom gave my now nine-year-old brother his own room, forcing mine and my sisters things into totes in the basement. So when I came home, I used to frantically try to find places where I could both keep my stuff and have easy access to it.
But guess what! I got over it.
I learned very quickly that this arrangement is temporary. I realized that college only lasts fours years. I stopped caring about it at all which then had me worried. I questioned if I’d ever want to get out of my house! As this year progresses, I have started wanting to leave the nest more and more. I’m starting to stretch my wings which means that living in a our little house is sometimes a struggle.
Now, even though it sucks sometimes, I try to enjoy the good things about living with my family: food on hand, someone else paying the bills, a house that’s never quiet, etc. I know that in a year or two, I’m going to move on, get a job, and possibly even move to a new city. For me, my siblings are built in best friends, and I have been enjoying their company and love – even if that means putting up with their constant hugging and attachment.
Yesterday, I woke up to a talkative nine-year-old boy snuggling me. That kid has the biggest heart; he loves with no stops. He is generally a shy little dude, but at home he talks and talks. He is ridiculously smart, so smart that at his new school this year he finished his work early and went to other classrooms regularly to tutor or correct homeworks and tests. He might be a genius.
This year he also took on the challenge of reading all of my Harry Potter books (believe me, I keep a watchful eye on the well-being of those books). He read them all and decided to reread them almost immediately after finishing.
So, yesterday morning he was talking and talking – and I’m half asleep – and suddenly he says, “Sometimes a book abducts me.”
Hold up.
“Like, I’m reading; and the book abducts me. I don’t remember where I am or what I’m doing.”
I am paraphrasing the rest, but the first remark was all him.
Forgive the quality of this little graphic, I quickly made it online. Later, I want to work with the words more, play around with the design.
I love how he worded it though. He didn’t say “I get lost in a book;” he made the book the subject, the actor. And to use the word abducted? Brilliant! “Abduction” is fast and unexpected; it can be dangerous or exciting. Wow.
Isn’t it great when a book abducts you? One book that weired me out was Water for Elephants. I actually forgot what time period I was living in and where I was. Freakishly awesome.
How many 20-year-olds get a chance to wake up to a little stinker like that in their arms?
You can’t make that stuff up.
Way to make my morning little mister.