Home Bound

     I just came home this past Wednesday. My brother and mother welcomed me home at the airport. I quickly hopped in the car and we were off. Christmas music in the background and Mom with a plan. We drove but not to the house. Instead, mom had decided to surprise me with hot cocoa, and a drive to the Christmas lights. We sipped on cocoa, listened to Christmas carols, and enjoyed the company of one another. But, soon exhaust took over, and I needed sleep desperately. My speech and thoughts all merged into one thought. Bed. 

    The next morning, I woke up early and headed downstairs. To my surprise, my dogs were awake and out of their cage. My brother was up, and making coffee. Had I really come home? Or had I just woken from a dream that I lived in London? It still doesn't feel real. The only thing that confirms it is time. My brother tells me the coffee is ready, and I quickly pour myself a cup. I open the fridge and there stands low and behold. CREAM! Thick tasty cream, that makes coffee so much better! The morning is quiet. My brother lets the dogs out. I feel like I am back to my old routine. Mom comes downstairs and we greet her with pleasantries. She looks at me with a quizzical expression on her face. Before she can ask, I tell her we have about an hour before we have to head out. Today I head back to the world of careers and jobs. I am excited that I have narrowed down my search and know wholeheartedly that I want a job with writing. 

    I want to write, so I can grow, as well as create believable stories that you feel as if you have lived my words already. Therefore I apply. LinkedIn and Indeed are my greatest companions thus far.

    I could let jet lag control me. But I don't. Instead, I dive right back in. The calendar is filled with appointments, and seeing old friends, as well as Foodsmith has welcomed me back. It's great to be home. I have my warm and welcoming surroundings. I have been at ease since I came back.