I still do not feel like this is home. The house we live in now is not home to me, it’s just a house. I don’t feel comfortable here. When we turn onto the driveway I don’t get that feeling of, “Ah, we’re home!” It isn’t comfortable. It’s just familiar.
So, why am I no longer too upset about Chad being able to go home while the rest of us have to stay here? Let me tell you! I just found out that the producer-director for one of our most favorite shows lives in our neighborhood. Seriously!! The Producer of Psych lives in my neighborhood, MY NEIGHBORHOOD! Now, you know that I am going to be walking up and down all these streets trying to see if I can see him. And, yes, I do know what he looks like. Chad even mentioned putting a sign out on our street corner saying, “If you are the producer of Psych, turn here.” We all LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Psych. We have all the previous seasons on DVD, and we are constantly watching them (and we still laugh every time). We regularly spit out Psych one-liners to one another and the kids often find a Blueberry while we are driving down the road. We even try to spot pineapples in our everyday lives. And if you don’t know what in the world I am talking about, you don’t watch Psych.
So, am I upset about not being able to go home? A little. But now I have a purpose in Washington, a goal. I WILL find this man and when I do, I will …well, do nothing. Before I could even reach him the kids will have pushed their way through (yelling and screaming mind you) and already be performing every Psych scene they can think of or be in the process of singing every version of the Psych theme song before I could ever reach the man. You know that’s right!
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