In a week, I'll be home. A too-short visit with the people who claim the most real estate in my heart; a long weekend that won't be nearly long enough.
But I'm going home. I made my brother promise to pack a decent shirt with the bare-essentials underwear & toothbrush he said he was bringing - we're taking pictures. With the parents, with the house, with the dog ...
At the risk of sounding morbid, with all that's happened in the past year, I don't want to watch opportunities slip past & wonder - years down the road - if we could have done more together ...
This weekend has been nearly six months in the planning. An earlier attempt was scuttled. Between jobs and military and med school and layoffs and funerals and ....
The folks are ecstatic.
So are we.
By the time this goes down, it'll have been 4 1/2 years since The Kid & I were home at the same time.
I'm glad it's life & not death bringing us all together again.
I'm going home ...
