It was strange being home for Christmas for such a short time. I’ve always had plenty of time to take in the smell of the salt marsh and enjoy 3 or 4 servings of greasy rice. But this year was different. I had but 4 days at home. After moving almost 3000 miles away, it was great to just be home for moments.
I tried to make the most of every minute: Sleeping little (except for that nap after opening presents) and chatting much. In-between many of my hellos filled with hugs, I gladly heard others say ‘welcome home’. ‘we missed ya’ or ‘how’ve you been.’
It was such a strange sensation, though…
Being welcomed to the place I’ve always been.