I’m one of those people who, in the profound words of Malcolm in the Middle, “casseroles”. It takes me a while to get used to something that’s new or changed. It happens, I don’t process it, and suddenly: ding! 

This is especially true when people stay over or I stay over with someone. Even when I was a child sleeping over my grandmother’s. I’d be in this kind of limbo state where I felt neither here nor there.

Suddenly, I’d have this moment where I’d be like, “oh, I’m here now.” And then it feels like it’s been forever.

This is, of course, especially harsh when the separation occurs. Not saying I get separation anxiety, but I just “casserole” all over again. 

keepingitinthefamily:

She won’t believe he’s home until she wakes up where he is.