This morning I awoke to a feeling I have not experienced since my flight attendant years, ages ago. I must have opened one eye, saw a light, and then shut my eye again.
Where was I?
Back when I was flying to Europe every week, I taught myself not to move in my bed in the morning until I had discerned exactly where I was: London? Lisbon? Athens? I guess I should preface this by explaining just how disconcerting it is to awaken, get up, go to the toilet and not know where one is. So I taught myself early-on not to move out of the bed till I was sure of my surroundings and the language I should be listening for.
This morning, I saw a light, and I could not make out where I was or what the light was. After a night in Frankfort, Va, four nights in Richmond, Va, a night in Charleston, WV, and a night in Paducah, KY, I hadn't a crack of dawn clue. I took it for the bathroom light, but indeed it was the morning sunrise at the opposite side of the hotel room, , and that meant I should be up and at 'em. So up I arose and at 'em I went: 9 hours of driving home.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
After the morning sunrise, the majority of my day and drive was spent in either dense fog, heavy rain, or a mix. Welcome home, yessirree.
But when I actually got home, what was there to greet me?
A Christmas tree, up in its stand, and ready for decorating.
And THAT, is a homecoming.
3 comments:
Haha good. Graham and I were trying to discern whether or not you had other plans for the tree after you wrote about it in your blog yesterday.
That was the nicest welcome home, to have the tree up and ready for action!
What a nice welcome home gift! You have good kids. :)
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