It's Good to be Back

  This morning, sitting in front of my computer, wearing a t-shirt and short skirt (and not freezing for it), my dad came up to me with a cup.
  "Here, I got this for you."
  "What is it?"  I asked, looking into the cup's unfamiliar contents.
  "Poison."
  "Ok."  And I downed it.  Oh, sweet, fresh fruit smoothie poison.  It's good to be home.

  Too bad that I can't find any light switches in my house.  They are all much lower than the switches I've grown accustomed to for the past five months.  There was much batting of walls and groping through the smoothness last night.  And now I have to look at where I swat my hand just to make my room shine. 
  I don't think I realized how short my stay at home was until last night, when I finally landed and started explaining to Dwighters when I'd fly off again.
  "Wednesday?"  He asked.
  "Yeah."
  "As in today is Sunday?  So you have tomorrow and Tuesday?"
  "Yeah.  Hm.  That's kind of short."

  The homecoming was better than I could have asked for.  Well, that's not entirely true.  When I saw my mom at the luggage claim, she told me that my brother "and them" should have been here already.  "And them?"  But I only have one brother.  (One who pretended that he was going to give me a high five because of the present I got him, then pushed my head away when I moved in.)  "Yeah, he's bringing a couple of people from Boston Project with him."  That was the awesome surprise.  Paul and Keith?  My former directors, not to mention favorite role models of Christian humility and servant leadership coming all the way to see me?  Yeah, no, that was too good to be true.  In their stead, I spotted Sarah, Katie Rice, and Dwighters.  Did they have balloons with them?  Flowers?  Poster boards with my name in blinking lights?  No.  Nothing.  Just a harsh shove from my brother, who was leading the troupe.
  But the food in Chinatown, especially the pink mayonnaise (or, as Katie explained, it was "like tartar sauce without the relish," so yeah, mayonnaise...), made up for the company.  Ok, so it wasn't the best food, but at least it complemented the company well.  And it was so good to eat seafood, meat, vegetables, rice, dumplings, and soup again, all in one meal, co-existing on one lazy Susan.  O, I cannot wait to roam the supermarket stalls again and just stare at American excess.