Just you wait

I am having a fabulous time in the home state - and am taking LOADS of pictures, so expect photopaloosa once I get home.

Coming home for Christmas is a funny thing for me.  This is the first time I have ever needed to come home, for one.  It's nice being the visiting party and planning time to see all your people.  It's nice having people smile when they see you, and it's nice to come to a place where you have so many people you care about.

For two, this trip came at a very odd time for me.  It came (as relief often does), just when I didn't "need" it anymore.  Just as I was setteling into a rythem (however off-tempo) for my days and my nights, and just as I was resigned to my new everyday (boring) life... Just when I no longer needed to see my friends so much it hurt, and just when I no longer cried about not being around my mom. 

But now I am here!  And I am so happy to come home for a while.  It reminds me that I am a social person.  It reminds me that I have friends who I love and I can say anything to (and they won't judge me).  It reminds me that there are worse things than humidity (like snow), and that I need to re-learn how to make mashed potatoes because mine don't taste a thing like my mom's. 

It's good being home. 

PLUS, people make you dinner and you don't have to do a THING!

So, stay tuned for awesome pictures, and awesome storys.  And maybe, if you're lucky, I'll tell you why I needed to punch Jon McBride like 5 times during the movie "Nine."