Home Sweet Home
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Like it's said in the Wizard of Oz, "There's no place like home." And after 15 months in China, I was ready for some time a casa. The day of departure (I had a countdown starting in September when I bought the ticket), I got a ride to the airport, which was something wonderful since I had a backpack and two suitcases. The ride was fine, I got dropped off outside the International Departures area (I was so happy to see that). Inside, I meandered my way to the check-in counters, but I was so early that they weren't even open. So I sat down and kept myself occupied. Finally, check-in opened, but I learned the hard way that it's all computerized check-in. But once that was done, I got my suitcases checked, made my way through security and headed to the gate.
The flight was a long one, but since it was only about half-full, I had an entire emergency row to myself. The food was pretty good for airline food, so I was happy there. Fourteen hours is enough of a nightmare, fourteen hours and lousy food- gah... I don't even want to think about it. But the plane couldn't go fast enough, the time remaining wasn't counting down fast enough. But finally I landed at Newark! After getting my suitcases, I made my way through customs and found the two people I'd been waiting MONTHS to see- my wonderful parents. My mom even made me a sign. That's now a running joke- I first made them a sign when they were visiting me in Prague back in '06. They'd made a crack about not remembering what I looked like because none of my photos had me in them.
Hugs all around, we got to the car and I enjoyed seeing everything in English. We stopped at a diner in Stamford (near where my grandparents used to live) for dinner... my first American meal couldn't have tasted any better. From there, we headed further north to Milford, CT where we would be spending a couple days to see my grandmother.
Vermont never looked so good as when I first saw it after being gone for so long. I know it's cliche, but I do love Vermont. I may complain about Rutland (especially its lack of shopping), but I do love my state. One of the first things we did was head to Killington for the Ambassadors Torchlight Parade down Snowshed.
Over the two months that I was home, I got to see my grandmother, aunt, uncle, three out of five cousins (et al), and my best friend Christina. Reconnecting with these people was top priority for me, so it felt good to do it. In my own way, I missed them all.
We took a short trip to Maine- Portland area. Went to LL Bean (got a new backpack, Yeah!), ate a lobster, had Tim Hortons (because they have the most awesome maple glaze donut), Lighthouse Depot (Mom insisted) and Kittery (because it's fun).
Had loads of Dunkin Donuts coffee... and donuts. Had me some Ben and Jerry's (heaven in a coardboard container). Got my Dad's lasagna, butternut squash soup and loads of other homemade goodies.
Got to see a snowy owl and see a little bit more of my state by going backroads and finally visiting Wilson's Castle. Drove too- way cool. Zero speeding tickets too.
The worst that happened- had a friggin' root canal. That sucked- majorly. But I got percs...bonus. I guess.
Leaving was quite hard. Two months wasn't long enough and I wasn't ready. But I had to go back to China and get back to work. I just have to remember... I get to be home for Thanksgiving. I'm NOT making it three in a row (three missed Turkey Days, that is). And China's not all that bad. :D