I got to the airport at 79 humid, sunny degrees. I had 4 hours of sleep in a 36 hour time. I could not be sleepy because of all the excitement and that feeling of novelty that gets me giddy.
My mother, my sister and boyfriend were all working - my other sister
came to
pick me up, which seemed appropriate since she's the most home-attached of my family, but she is also the more stoic figure so she had this way of greeting me that was very "oh, welcome back." The ride was relaxed and
simple. No bombarding of questions - to her, I had been gone a few weeks, a month at most. She has a new haircut.
The lock on the front door was new. The house keys were so thin when I got my h
ands on them. The Christmas decorations were already up and around (the bouquet of
angels
on the kitchen counter, the porcelain baby Jesus and nativity scene).
Everything looked small. The beds looked like they had been lowere
d.
My room was taken over by my sister.
She tried covering the writing on the wall with posters.
Nobody was home either, we stopped by the supermarket before getting back to get my mother a cake.
I fell asleep while waiting for her to get home, and was wo
ken up only
hours later
by my boyfriend. My mom arrived
soon after. This was a photo moment, but I was unarmed so there is no documentation of her faces. Damn.
Then, food. Sing happy birthday for my mom (she turned 55 on the 17th) and the cake. Then me
and [my boyfriend] Eddy went to Wal-Mart. Barely 5 hours after my arrival and I was already doing groceries.
I ended the night with my boyfriend and his workmates on the parking lot outside of my apartment. We hung out till about 3 a.m. I fell asleep, in my bed for the first time in what felt like months. Oh wait, it has been months.
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