A Warm Kind of Cold

It's cold.

Like, really cold.

20 degrees and snowing cold.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

Honestly, it's really nice to be home. I can hear the familiar sounds of Fox Soccer Channel emanating from the living room, Dad's occasional shouts of joy when United score another goal. I've spent the last two days stepping on thousands of Lego pieces in the basement as I try to maneuver to the counter for some Minecrafting with the little bros. I've been curling up by the fire to watch classic Christmas movies, mashing buttons and talking smack in front of the old GameCube, and just laying back in bed, listening to the sounds of the house at night. It's honestly the most relaxing feeling. I've been in need of this after two consecutive all-nighters during finals week. I love listening to Dad yell about his soccer game, Jared and Seth throwing clever banter back and forth, Luke chiming in with all of the wisdom of a seven-year-old, and Mom just trying to get everyone to the dinner table. What a wonderful cacophony. 

At the same time, it's weird not being home. I wake up in the middle of the night, hungry for some ramen, expecting to hear the familiar sound of Sherlock listening to his evening dubstep. I jump out of bed, expecting a fall but hitting the ground instantly. Then I remember I'm not on a bunk bed, tucked away in the basement of South Hall. The sights and sounds I've grown accustomed to have been replaced. The constant presence of the people I call my family has completely disappeared. I miss bro time with Tater and Curly. I miss having early-morning meetings with my freshmen chapel leaders. I miss watching Doctor Who and making ALL the references with Sierra. I miss late-night gaming with Sherlock. I miss Mal-Mal's constant adorable giggling. I somehow even miss Erin and Krajecki's incessant screaming (I mean, to a point). 

Add to that the fact that my entire biological family is busy (my dad works, my mom teaches, and my brothers still have a full week of school) and bingo! I'm bored as heck. Even my friends at Calvin College still have three days of exams. 

It's weird living in two different worlds. 

But hey. I'm home, and in a few weeks, I'll be home again. 

It's time, I believe, for a Godzilla: Destroy All Monsters smackdown. May the best player win (likely by unplugging the other players' controllers)! 

Song for this post: Carol of the Bells by The Piano Guys. Because I can never resist a good string piece. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9GtPX6c_kg&list=PLETuopLfmKSOb-nLxMHGa0tOLUjCGanEs

Laterz, people. Nathan out. 

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.