Well … it’s home again, home again lickety split.

I got home very late Sunday night (or early Monday morning, depending on your perspective).  The flight touched down at 11:50 p.m.  I didn’t get my bag til about an hour later.  I had visions of one poor little man driving the baggage truck, and doing all the loading and unloading.  It was very slow.  People were getting impatient.  But the bags eventually came up 3 or 5 or 6 at a time.  Then it was off to find my van (where my mother had left it on Saturday when she flew home).  Then drive home to a wiggly reunion with my steadfast dog, Sam.

I realized in the midst of it all that I am seeing daylight now.  I am seeing my way out of the cave.  Smaug is diminishing, and I am recovering.  On Sunday, I navigated two major metropolitan airports, including security, got my baggage, found my vehicle in a somewhat mysterious location, drove home and slept in an empty house … all alone.  A year ago this would have been unthinkable.  Even 3 months ago, this would have caused a panic attack.  But on Sunday, I barely gave it second thought.  I enjoyed my fellow passengers and the inflight movie.  Felt badly for the seatmates of the man two rows back who snored so loudly I could hear him over my iPod (great heavenly day!!).  I walked the distance from baggage claim to parking garage all alone and was alone in the parking garage late at night and felt nary a qualm.  I was safe from the boogey man and all of his minions.  It was heaven.

The next day I was reunited with the LightChildren.  We’ve been have wonderful conversations sharing our adventures with each other.  They had fun with their grandmother (LightMom), who they have assured me was “… not the babysitter from the Black Lagoon or anything.”  I had a difficult time keeping a straight face at that.

So we are getting back into our routines again.  School, exercise, quilting, etc.  LightHusband returns on Thursday.