Home feels like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket. Except, for some reason, my electric blanket decided not to work right before winter, so actually, my home can get a little chilly (as we don’t have the heat on during the night). But all the same, I am home for Thanksgiving. Since for all of 2011, I will have been home for a total of two months, I don’t get to be home all that often. I like home. I don’t particularly like driving ten hours to get home, but I do enjoy passing the signs that indicate I’m getting closer… and closer… until finally, I arrive.
I have a long list of things to get done this weekend, but really, I probably won’t get much done. I enjoy just sitting in the living room, with my family. Right now Mom’s drinking tea and Kyle’s playing a video game. This is usually what it looks like for my family. I’m about to go get the green bean casserole out of the oven (mom and I are pre-baking as much as we can). I baked pumpkin cheesecake and did a load of laundry, but I haven’t been as productive as I imagined in my head I would be. Isn’t that always the case?
At any rate, I’m enjoying sinking into my couch cushion and enjoying being home, after three months. It’s good to be home.