Saw my parents and brother at the airport and was amazed at how easily we all slipped into our normal roles. Duncan carrying bags, Dad sleepy, Mom of course directing the scene. It was a truly great confirmation that you can return home. Well, this doesn’t feel like home, but you can always go back to family.
Almost started crying today at Target when I saw the aisles of pre-packaged existance ahead of me. It is a bit of an overload while still jet-lagged. But the low cost of living was nice to experience.
The cats have forgiven me and are happy to be back home with Alpha-Cat Julia. As for the pool, let’s call it a pond right now — lots of work to be done.
And just to be perfectly honest, as the taxi drove me towards the airport, 90% of me wanted to jump out and remain. Unfortunately, the timer at the public library is ticking away my few minutes so I’ll go into more about returning “home” later . . .
Thanks for all the well wishes everyone. And if the Florence friends are reading, go dancing and enjoying life. I’ll be mowing my yard. And yes, it is hotter here! Grrr . . . .