Homecoming
I’m flying out to San Jose early Saturday morning. For the past week, maybe two, I’ve been counting down to my departure.Â
California, I’ve missed you.
My dad and I were chatting online earlier today and he said that he and my mom were finishing household chores because they were “preparing for a celebrity who was coming to town.”Â
My parents are so cute,” I thought, embarrassed a little that they were working hard to welcome their own daughter to a neat house; as if their house was ever messy in the first place.
I haven’t visited my family since Thanksgiving. I think it’s the longest interval between visits, despite my too-hopeful promise upon moving to St. Louis that I’d visit my hometown every three to four months. But to make up for the nearly seven-month absence, this stay will be the longest ever since moving out of the house: eight days. Eight days!Â
So I’m elated. I love homecomings.
Tags: california, family, homecoming, san jose, st. louis, vacation, visit
June 7th, 2008 at 10:58 am
For some odd reason, I never miss San Jose… I do always miss mama bear and papa bear though.