Every single time I walk into my parents house, something has changed. Either some piece of furniture has been replaced, a piece of electronics has drastically changed, or something to the exterior has been done. Every. Single. Time. This time, my brother's massive TV has been put into the house, an end table in the living room has been added, and finally - the signature chunk of a white fence that has always existed has finally been removed. I literally used to use that to point out which house was mine... but no more.
I'm conflicted about that, honestly. On the one hand, it has been a fairly constant part of my yard. On the other hand, it was falling apart, severely needed to be repainted, and also made life more difficult for when I had to mow the front yard (which my parents usually sucker me into doing when I'm in Milwaukee at any point during the summers).
It's just strange really, the place was so constant while I lived here, now that I don't it seems like change keeps occuring more often than not.
I arrived in Milwaukee at about 7pm tonight, just in time for dinner. My Uncle Mark, his wife April, and their kids (Daniel and Adam) were over when I got in. My uncle lives in San Diego, and it's nice that they've been able to come into the area for Thanksgiving. Of course, looking at the freezing rain coming down randomly outside, I'm sure he regrets that at least a little. *grin*
Tomorrow is the big annual Thanksgiving event. We drive down to Chicago, and then pick up my sister at O'Hare. After my sister is retrieved, we go to the massive family gathering. And when I say massive, I mean about 50 people or so. It will be a big thing, with lots of people and damned good food.
After tomorrow I don't have anything set. I may or may not be visiting my Grandparents on Friday, I honestly don't know yet. I need to get ahold of Derek while I'm down here, and that's all I know for sure... although I think I need to go to bed at the moment.
But before I do, I want to offer my moment of thanks, in no particular order: