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Taken for Granted.

Taken for Granted.

The theme for this weeks blog. I cannot state the number of things that seem so easy to take for granted at home that make such a big difference in your life once you leave them behind. They range from things as simple as nice towels, to the smile on the face of someone you love more than this entire world.

First, I miss the home cooked meals. I miss the family dinners. I miss walking down my stairs every morning and knowing that the dog was awake before me, and that I could probably find some poptarts in the counter.

I miss my friends. I miss the relationships I had made and the close bond that you feel to someone when you have known them for such a long time that you can predict their actions, speech, and moods. I miss the ability to call a friend and know that they will answer and be waiting for that call so that you can meet and go out. I miss John, Will, Emily, Jamie, Leah, Bridget and all of the other friends that left for college with me.

Its funny that something as simple as a warm towel can change a mood. The towels I had when I first arrived were dingy rags that left blue lint everywhere on me and my room. It made me hate showers here and postpone them as much as I could. Then things changed, old towels, used towels, towels from home. Warm soft towels that smell like Marshfield and that I know my parents have packed up just for me. These towels remind me of home, and thanks to these towels I smell much better.

Most of all, I miss my family. Its something that I knew would happen but I never realized just how much you all mean to me. We still talk on the phone, skype, and chat on facebook, but its not the same. I miss your presence in the room and all that you brought to it.

I miss Tessie. The simple act of petting her stomach and hearing her barks, at one point seemed like an annoyance but now seem as though they would be music to my ears. Throwing her bongo ball, watching her prance, and having her give me a kiss on the lips that I know means that she loves me and us all because we care for her and show her so much love.

I miss seeing Camden everyday and getting to act like a 13 year old with him and listen to his innocent stories of childhood that I left behind 5 years ago. I miss his smile his laugh and everything about him. He starts school in about 6 hours, and I hope he has fun and remembers that the most important thing is to surround yourself with people who make you want to better yourself.

I miss Rachael. Even though I don’t see her much in Marshfield I will see her even less now that I am not at home. I miss being in her room. Just being in her room, which is now mine, and seeing her artwork reminded me of everything that she means to me. She was my motivating factor all through high school I always wanted to be a captain of a team like her, get good grades like her, and go to a great college like her. She still gives me guidance in a way that no one else can. Every phone call from her is one I look forward too and once we hang up, I can’t wait for the next.

I miss my Mom. I miss hearing her soft and loving voice, her funny jokes that sometimes only she finds funny. I miss seeing her get her make-up on and getting that Apple Store uniform on! I miss the Marylous Coffee she brought home for me without me even asking. I miss everything she did for me and the great mother that she is to me even now that I am 500 miles away. Always asking how I am, making sure I keep up with my work, study hard and party less hard than I study. She is my rock the person that grounds me, keeps me in-line and the person that I always lean my head against on the couch when we watch tv shows, the person I share the blanket with on cold winter nights, and the person who loves vienna fingers and english tea. My mom is amazing.

I miss my Dad. My best friend, the person I share every detail of my life with. I miss hearing the cellar door open, shut and hearing his footsteps across the living room. I miss looking up, saying “Hi Dad” and following him into his room to hear his stories about his day at work, and then telling him the stories of what I did today, every single detail, and knowing that he is listening to every word that comes out of my mouth. I wish being able to go to him with any question just like when I was 7 years old and wouldn’t let him leave my room before I fell asleep saying, “WAIT Dad, I have one more question!” even though I must have said that about 10 times a night. I said it because I never wanted him to leave, because I cherish every moment I have with him. I miss playing catch, playing golf, shooting hoops, and just sitting and watching the Red Sox. I miss his laugh, unmistakeable and a trademark of his feel good personality. So positive and uplifting that even if I was stressed out, all I had to do was hear his laugh from up in my room walk down and see the smile on his face and know that as long as I did as good as my Dad, I was one hell of an amazing person! I am trying to follow in your footsteps now Dad, trying to leave every room making someone else smile, leaving a story with everyone I meet and trying to pas on some of that Bruno “gift of gab” that you have taught me. You are my best friend, my mentor, and I love you!

I can’t wait to see you all in 30 days on October the 10th!




One response

  1. Peggy

    Jarrod, Dad and I just finished reading the blog together, you made us laugh and cry, and want you to know that you mean so much to us. We miss you more than we can possibly say, but know that you will make good friends and good choices. Don’t worry about the little things or let your mood sink because of them. Stay positive and keep brightening the world with your smile. Your the best. Love you always. Mom and Dad

    August 31, 2010 at 12:05 pm

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