Creature Comforts

It's astounding the things we forget.

Last night, I had occasion to travel to Easton(I won't lie- it was for the Wal-Mart). On my way, I stopped for gas at the gas station across from my old college.

Without thinking, I pulled up to my usual pump, walked in, got my usual drink, stood in the line, stopped on the way out to check the bulletin board, and pumped my gas. Everything felt familiar, and nice.

I must've gone to this gas station twice a day for years and years. It was my one-stop shop for pre-show dinner, after-school Monster, gas both ways. On my finer days, I would pop in to the attached Subway and have a chat with my friend. We even had the end of a cast party on the picnic tables outside(after being kicked out of the theatre).

I stopped for gas, but I got much more than that. I got familiarity. I got comfort. Home isn't just about the place we live- it's your gas station, your grocery store, the traffic light that takes forever to change. It's that old man always sitting on his porch, and the lady that walks her dog on the same route every day. It's where you go to drink coffee, it's where you go to get something a little stronger than coffee, and all the roads you take to get there.

How incredibly lucky I am to have a new home with new coffee, gas, and groceries, but still live close enough that I can, on occasion, enjoy things of greater familiarity.

Coming home after my shopping trip to slip into bed and snuggle with my beautiful boy was only part of feeling at home last night. Plus, I got some great decorations for the house, and great presents for my Adopt-a-kid! Win-win situation, all around.