Homecoming

Going Home…

As a family we usually have months to prepare for family trips. A full year in some cases. While traveling is exciting, relaxing and all the other adjectives that go along with vacations in general there’s still nothing quite like going home.

It’s great to get away but hey, home is, well, home. Doesn’t that say it all? My bed, my kitchen, my stuff, my seat on the couch, my bathroom, yadda, yadda, yadda. I’m on the first of two flights heading home. Already I’m envisioning my puppy at the gate of our backyard to welcome us. She’ll be so excited. I hope she’s not too angry with us, though, after her initial happiness that we’re back. Sometimes she’ll be snooty a few days to let us know she didn’t appreciate being left behind. It’ll be great to see Darrell for a few hours before he heads back to school. I’m anxious to see Elisa and Rob – see my daughter glow with the knowledge that she’s having a baby boy. We didn’t know that last week when we left. Shan and Josh will be in their new apartment and I’m sure she’ll look more pregnant this week than she did last week. I’ve realized it’s not the amount of time we’ve been gone – just that we’ve been gone. The distance that was between us. We go longer times in-between not seeing the kids but it’s different with distance.

I’m making a mental grocery list which of course starts out with milk and bread. Hmmm… I wonder what came in the mail while we were gone; besides bills. The thought of those make me want to tell the pilot to turn back around. Oh, I just thought of the laundry – well, at least the dirty clothes are folded. That doesn’t happen often. Yes, it’ll be nice to get back home. Be there soon, Izzie!