This week I'm in Detroit again! I feel as though I come here so often these days... Why not! For anyone who grew up in a certain city, state, or even country, and no longer lives there, it's always good to check in on your hometown and go back every once in a while, if you are able, to see all the things that made you YOU. This time around, I came back to hang with Whitney for her birthday and also see my niece and nephew. I know that every time I mention I come here it's always a very interesting trip. This time is no different! But I'm learning to work with what I've got.
Now I'm not sure how many of you other out of town imports have an actual place to go back to and stay when visiting your hometown, but my accommodations are always up in the air. Ever since I stopped talking to my sister who I stayed with, I've been staying at my dad's house. Now this particular house, God bless it, barely accommodates the people currently living in it (my dad and youngest sister). You ever seen an episode of hoarders? Well, it's pretty much like that up in here. No furniture in a living room, just stuff everywhere. The spare room door is impossible to even open because there's so much stuff piled up in the way, and same goes for my sister's room. My dad's room smells like smoke (which he always claims he doesn't). The kitchen is unusable, as is the shower. The past 2 times I've been here, I just put my stuff on the floor in the living room and my sis cleans off a sliver of her bed for me to lay on. Point of the story is, it's not an ideal situation!
Until I'm able to stunt on everyone and get a hotel room whenever I come back, I'll probably have to deal with this set up. The thing is, there is a great quote that inspires me: "either stop complaining, or do something about it". At the end of the day, life may not be exactly how you want it, but those are basically your two options! I can either try to help this crumbling home, or just be quiet deal with it (or go find somewhere else to stay). In a place like this, where does one even begin though, ya know? I'm just a lil ole me with no psychological experience in hoarding! Last night though, I slightly attempted to "organize" the spare room, under the guise of looking for old video tapes. I managed to, first, get the door open enough for me to even squeeze inside. Climbed over some boxes to get to the back corner, and actually made a space where I could see the floor! Baby steps, baby steps. Instead of being frustrated and miserable though, I realize that I could definitely be helping a bit more.
Also while here this trip, I swallowed an ounce of the pride I had lying around and texted my estranged sister so that I could see my niece and nephew for a bit. They are so big! Almost as tall as me! My niece showed me her artwork, her musical.ly account, and a dance routine her and her friend were doing for a talent show next week. My nephew made me a paper airplane and gave me the biggest hug (he always loved hugs ever since he was a baby). However, every time my nephew talks about his life, he says his big sister ruins everything and gets really sad about "life". He told me I don't have problems like he does! I tried my best to explain that life has good and bad all the time and that we can't only focus on the bad stuff. He brought up the fact that he didn't knock down any pins at bowling (hence, "he sucks"), sister is always mean to him, his parents weren't together, then he brought up the fact that there are murderers and killers and bad people in the world. He said how can we think about the good when there is so much bad? (Kids man!) I said even though there are bad people, there are also good people. He said, like who? I said like me! Your auntie Bretony! What am I chopped liver?? Then he asked what chopped liver was and laughed.
Going from a new baby nephew who can barely sit up on his own, to another nephew with full on emotions, feelings and thoughts is certainly a wild experience. I tried my best to let him know the world gets better even if it seems like it's getting worse every now and then. Only time will help him figure it out (and maybe some help from aunt Bretony). I can take my own advice too and make lemonade from these lemons. Who doesn't love lemonade?? The thing is not to downward spiral. Once we see something going wrong, we pile on thing after thing until it seems like everything is just the worst ever. Why do we never do that with good things? Think about all the GOOD things and pile THEM all together. Life doesn't seem so bad if you think of it like that. Doesn't that seem like a better idea?
P.s. I've seen a few situations where people come back to their parent's house in their hometown and still have their own freakin ROOM with all their stuff still in it! Must be nice!
P.p.s. Seriously though, my dad's house could totally be on a hoarders episode. I should send in some videos...
P.p.p.s. One thing about my nephew, he really does hang around all girls all day. All aunties, sister, all his sister's friends. If anyone has any boy kids in Detroit, go hang out with my nephew!