So...this is my thoughts on how it feels to be staying at different places, primarily other than your own home.
I'm sitting at my cousins house on a bench with their weird friend Eric. He likes hippos. It's nice being here away from home without any real responsibilities or duties. I feel like I can truly relax at times. At other times, not so much. You see, we are preparing for a wedding.
I've always known there was a lot that went into wedding preparation, but I don't think you ever really realize it until you are there in the moment doing it. Then you realize you have a lot of work and not enough time.
Today I have been chopping lemons, washing dishes, cleaning the kitchen, husking corn, ect. Keeping busy.
Lemons are a lot harder to cut actually then I thought. I was trying to slice them thin but only succeeding in slicing them into oblivion.
I'm a lazy person, I'll admit it. But somehow work at someone else's house isn't quite as odious. Actually I quite like it.
Why is that I wonder?
Everything seems different when you're staying at someone else's house. Food, routine, interactions. I guess that's because each household is made up of very unique individuals.
It's strange; people can be so alike and different at the same time. Why is that?
What is that feeling of being somewhere different or unusual? Is there a word for it?
Literate thoughts.
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