Its true, I'm missing home in the worst way.
I miss its laugh, I miss its musk... when this is all over, I think maybe home & I should get an apartment together...
And not only do I miss home, I miss Handsome, and The Duke too.
And I miss baking. Honestly, I've been sitting here making this pinterest page, fixated on baking chocolate chip something. I can almost taste it. I think I'm out of butter. I'll pick some up on the way home from the airport. I want to go grocery shopping. I know, its weird, but true. Take me as I am.
I want to bake real bad. When I get back (tomorrow night), I'm going to change into sweatpants and a long sleeve T-shirt (the perfect outfit) and I'm not changing for 4 days. I'm not going anywhere or meeting anyone or doing anything. Unless someone asks me to, but I mean, I'm talking in general. I've been getting up relatively early, dressing up like business, and meeting people for the last 3 days straight. I've been punishing my feet with some awful little black shoes, and fueling myself with coffee and free reception food. Add in the fact that here in Reno (and this resort), no one really goes outside at all, and you get the simple truth that I'm pretty much over it. I want to be home and make dinner for Handsome and play with my puppy dog and vacuum and bake a lot.
Now, I don't want it to seem like I haven't enjoyed myself here; I definitely have. I've gotten to see my brudder, enjoyed Tahoe, made some new friends, and even learned a thing or two. Like the fact that "creme de la creme" sounds waaaay better than "cream of the cream", and that "cogitate" is not a real word, even though it sounds like one. Really, this has been a productive and enjoyable trip (and mostly free, too. Thanks Clemson!).
But anyhow, I'm kind of over this. My conference partner and I have been getting to the conference later and later ever day, and I think we're sorta worn out. I mean, thats a lot of walking and learning to do. And I think I read a study once that learning can really wear a person out. I'm ready to get back to Handsome, my own bed, and washing my own towels (just kidding on that last one. I could totally do room service for the rest of my life).
There are some drawbacks to flying home tomorrow, however. At the top of my list is the 4 1/2 hour flight to Chicago before I can catch the 2 1/2 hour flight back to GVegas. Also, I only brought one NetFlix DVD, and I watched it all on the way over. I'm debating between sticking it in the mail here (so I can get the next one sooner) or taking it with me to watch again. Its TV episodes, which don't really lend themselves to re-watching within a week (unless its How I Met Your Mother, which I'm currently in love with) (Its not.).
The plus side is that even if you have an early flight, when returning to the East from the West, it doesn't really feel like getting up early. And then, when you get back, you've lost 3 hours in the air and no one really expect much from you. "Oh, its late, you must be tired," is what I'm expecting to hear. If you go the other way, its "Whats up with you? Its still early!" I don't like that. Too much pressure. I avoid pressure. Don't pressure me.
So, to make a long story short, (hahahaha... heh) I'm heading home tomorrow and I'm pumped. On the way here I had a great seat partner (him & his wife own a restaurant near Clemson and are sending me a gift certificate) on the first flight and then an ok seat partner (talked a lot and took my arm rest, but was congenial) on the second flight. It nearly feels like I'm due for a terrible seat partner, which frightens me. Also, I'm not feeling as
aggressively friendly as usual and I fear I might be all friended out. We're going to have to see how this plays out. It might be nearly as dangerous as roulette (which I haven't played this time around, but I've got about 15 hours left to make it happen).
Crossing my fingers for a good airplane neighbor,