The Visit.

My mom told me she wants to come visit me, see how I am living my life out here in the nations capitol. With my time running down out here it has occurred to me that nobody from my family has come to visit me. This is not a sob story or anything like that, just a fact. But really, how can you blame them?

Since I have been out here both my sisters have had kids, a fourth and a second respectively, and so most of my parent’s trips have been to visit one of these new squishy members of the family. I’m sure these times are full of oohhhs and ahhs and talks of the future and success’ and cute family pictures holding said baby and all that…

This is what I envision a conversation being if one of my parents were to come visit me:

mom: So, show me your life! (she is excited as we drive towards Busboys and Poets, my job)

kevin: cool, well on your left here at Solly’s is where I got so black out drunk that I got text messages the next day from complete strangers telling me I could count on them, and that they were there for me if need be. People here are so nice.

mom: oh, that is nice.

kevin: Oh oh oh, and the best part was Mom, was that I had been drinking for two weeks straight, crazy right!

mom: wow Kevin, that’s impressive!

kevin: yeah, that’s how I handled the whole disaster thing…you know?

mom: oh, the break up?

kevin: yeah

mom: well that’s a great way to handle it! I am proud of you!

kevin: yeah. And here on the right, that place called Alero’s

mom: oh, thats a pretty building

kevin: isn’t it? that’s where we go every tuesday after work for happy hour, but happy hour usually turns into happy hours, and sometimes ends in bars with fishtanks where we sing karaoke till the wee hours of the morning, or at least until we can’t stand anymore.

mom: that sounds great!

kevin: doesn’t it?

mom: it does.

kevin: oh and on the right, yeah that shitty looking place right there, well that’s where…well, no, never mind.

mom: what?

kevin: well, let’s just say I got an interesting nickname after that night.

mom: fun!

Maybe I could show her pictures, maybe I could take her out to eat, but I feel like her time might be much more well spent visiting one of my other siblings who are doing things, and producing things (literally), with their lives. Both their husbands are doing cool things, ones a doctor, the other just graduated from Seminary. I wrote a book. But it’s still trapped in my computer. And as for girlfriends, well, lets just say that hasn’t been in the plans for a while now.

My stepmom asked me if I had met the ONE? The one! She wanted to know if I had anything on the radar, I told her I didn’t even have the radar turned on. Maybe I should, maybe I have met or would meet or could meet someone like that, but the thought of getting into another relationship that might end up turning into another long distance thing makes me want to vomit blood. Gross right? But she was happy, because she doesn’t want me to meet someone out here that might keep me here. It could happen. It scares me too.

So I gave in and bought a ticket to go home. I resigned to the fact that they won’t come visit me because I don’t know if I would come visit me either. OR! I could get someone pregnant…then they would flock to me like little girls to a Timberlake concert, screaming their heads off all the way to DC.

~ by kevinthomas on May 4, 2007.