The Grand Finale

If there was a place to end the movie of this blog, this weekend would be it.

As I'd said before, I was going to a show Friday with my darlin'. I was feeling good-makeup was just right, I had second-day hair(the phenomenon* that occurs the day after you wash your hair, wherein said hair is fabulous and does what you tell it to), and I was even early. Well, being early didn't matter, because the college policy is "reservation seating a half hour before the show, walk-ins get five minutes". He made a reservation, and I had not. I had also perhaps misinterpreted our exchange- when I invited him, and he replied that he was already going and would see me there. I figured that I would be invited to sit next to him. Ah, and if I had made a reservation, I very well might have. Who knows? All the seats around him were full by the time I got there.

He did, at the very least, come out and talk to me while I waited in the lobby. He was gorgeous and sweet, and made me smile as always. The time came when he needed to go back in, so I waited patiently until they let us in and grabbed the first seat I saw.

As I sat, alone and disappointed, I was suddenly struck with an amazingly strong urge to be home, with my beautiful boy, just relaxing. In minutes it grew to a craving, and as I sensed the hush that usually comes right before a show begins, I slipped out the door. Behind me, I heard the main usher tell the other "Well, we're closed now, but let her back in when she comes back". But my feet carried me through the building, out the doors, into the parking lot, and into the truck. I went home, and made us dinner, and spent the evening rather pleasantly in my own home. When he asked about the show, I told him it filled up, and made a reservation for the two of us on Saturday.

There it was, all of a sudden. The feeling of "home". The feeling of wanting to be in the place that is filled with memories and warmth. I have wandered my whole life long, but have never felt this way about the rooms I inhabit. This emotion is new, and wonderful, and I never want to lose it.

And for the record-my absence was never noticed by my darlin'. No text, no Facebook message. I think that's alright. I know where I should be.


*spelled this right on the first try holy shit