I made it. Or rather I should say we made it, Emily and I. It was an arduous eight hour drive with no less than three stops for quality bottle time and diaper changes (yes that's more stops than I made when I was 30+ weeks pregnant this summer!). Overall, though, it wasn't that bad of a drive even if it is utterly exhausting.
I'm here for almost a whole week, my longest stint visiting since my freshman year in college. The real world with my crazy work schedule, where I work most every holiday, hasn't afforded me very long visits. My mom is beyond excited. Thanksgiving is her most favorite family holiday since she can show off her cooking skills and there are no long hours spent wrapping gifts. I'm excited for the green bean casserole and creasing rolls. Oh, and the Ravens play Thursday night football on thanksgiving. It's doesn't get much better than that.
It's great to be at my parent's house, though. There's no pressure to clean the house or do chores. I can wander all through their fields and woods just like I did when I was a kid. And then I can come inside and flop on the couch without a worry in the world. It's like heaven.
Actually, it's just home. Even if I don't like here anymore and my actual house is in Vermont the Eastern Shore of Maryland will always be my home.