Thanksgiving

Home for the holidays.  I took a flight out from Reagan National Airport.  I must say, while I do my far share of complaining about the metro, (the cost, inefficiency, ect.) it is convenient to hop on for a ride at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning.  The flight itself was short.  I hopped on the flight (oh yeah, really peaceful going through airport security) and slept for the hour and forty minutes it took to get home.

Then I stepped back in Illinois.  My parents came, picked me up, and drove me home.  Funny, the drive from the airport to my home took longer than the flight from DC. 

When I got home, I walked into a house full of baked goods.  My mom made chocolate cake, three different types of tarts, and three kinds of muffins.  Yeah, if I was hoping to watch what I was eating, it walked out the door as soon as I got home. 

Being home is really nice though.  It is so relaxing.  What I love the most is being able to drive.  Even if I had a car in DC, driving would have been much different than it is in rural Illinois.  But now, back in Illinois, I can hop in my car, turn on the radio, and just drive.

Thanksgiving was good to.  I went to both my mom’s and my dad’s family, so in one day I had two Thanksgiving dinners.  It was really nice to see my family after so long.  I got to talk to everyone and answer the same question over and over again, “How are things in DC?”  (Just to answer: “it is doing fine, I really love the city.”)       

But, now, it’s time to go back to DC.  It’s my last night at home and I have to wake up super early in the morning, fly back, and get back to school and working.  Well, I guess a relaxing week must end one day, and that day is tomorrow, seven days later, who would have known?  Back to the old grindstone.