THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME
I know that I have been MIA but I am trying to deal with this transition. It has been good thus far. The flight was rather long but I wouldn’t really know as I slept most of the way (thank goodness for Tylenol PM). I had such a headache after dealing with the heffa at the Delta counter. She was just ugh for no apparent reason at 630am.
SIDEBAR: WHY THE HELL DO YOUR BAGS NOT FLY WITH YOU FOR FREE! I mean seriously. It is just hella irritating to me. I had 3 bags all under 50 pounds but only 2 of my bags flew with me for a fee of $60 and the third was going to cost $125 – WTF!!! I was so pissed and the lady at the counter was like lady you are holding the others up. Which do you want to fly with you? You can mail the other. So needless to say I was immediately put into a bad mood but thankfully roommate wasn’t too far away so she came back to the airport to pick up the bag and promised to mail it to me. Thanks Roomie!!!
ANYWAY – I had a window seat, my neck pillow and my bestfriend blankie (thanks KB). I slept just about the entire flight. Again, thank you Tylenol PM. I was anxious but comfortable once I arrived in LA. It was rather bittersweet once I arrived at LAX and of course I was all the way at the end of the terminal. I walked all the way down to baggage claim and wait, wait and wait for my bags to come around the carousel. Then once that was all done and I made my way outside, I was pleasantly surprised at the warmth that hit me immediately as I walked out the doors. It was 1030am PST and already 60 degrees. I hadn’t felt heat in months. Especially since when I left Atlanta it was 20 degrees. WONDERFUL!
"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
Then my old bestie picked me up from the airport and I hadn’t seen him in maybe 5 years (thanks goodness for Facebook). He seemed happy to see me and we chatted on the way to my mom’s house. When we got there she was already out the door before we could get into the driveway good. She was already tearing and extending her arms. As we embraced she repeated I am so happy to have you home. It was one of the best hugs that I have ever had in the world. I love her and so thankful for her. I was as happy as she was to see me to see her (hope that made sense). After all she is all the parent that I have left in this world. It felt good to just be able to hug her – my mother. PHENOMENAL.
"A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”
Then we went to my grandmother’s house for my sister’s baby shower. It was good to see her too however her prego waddle was painful to watch. She looks terribly uncomfortable but the glow is envious. My grandmother hugged me tight and smiled hard. LOVE HER TOO. She is the matriarch of our family. She is 76 and just says whatever whenever and cracks herself up in the process.