I’ve been on the road for a week and half for work, and, today, on the morning where I finally get to go home, hug my family and sleep in my own bed (wooooo hoooooo!), I woke up feeling incredibly homesick.
I guess a week and a half away with no real family time is my breaking point :).
I just started packing my suitcase and opened one of the pouches. During the busy-ness of the past days flying back and forth across the country, I had forgotten that my sweet little Grace had packed me a blanket, a doll and some nail polish. (It’s really water in a play nail polish bottle. Still an improvement for my unmanicured hands – haha.)
I now remember the conversation she and I had during the few hours I had at home last Thursday between different legs of this trip. It was 9:30 at night (she wouldn’t sleep because she wanted to help me pack – haha) and she told me she was going to put a “few special things” in my bag so I wouldn’t miss my family so much when I was in l.os Angeles. I remember tousling her hair and distantly thanking her for doing so as I rushed around my bathroom re-packing toiletries that made a brief stop on our counter before being shoved back in a suitcase. She grinned proudly and went back to her room to gather the items. She silently slipped them in my suitcase without me seeing her, and hopped into my spot in bed to “warm it up for me”. (Personally, I like cool sheets, but love her kind little soul. ๐ )
Seeing these items today as I packed up my hotel room made me giddy with excitement to go home. Funny how a Cabbage Patch doll can still make me giddy 30 or so years later, right?