Home.

Instead of Red ruby slippers, they were brown Abercrombie flip-flops but I simply clicked my heels three times and chanted... "there's no place like home, there's no place like home" and the next thing I knew, the plane was preparing to land at the Portland Airport. As I looked out the window,a feeling of peace overwhelmed me... I WAS HOME! :) There is just something so incredibly satisfying about the feeling I get as soon as I walk off onto the sky bridge. I feel as if my face lights up and instantly feel 10 lbs lighter from the stress I left behind in LA.
Once outside, you can't help but take long deep breaths for the air is so crisp and clean. I guess you could compare it to my love for crisp starched shirts... its the same joy!
My flight got in really late last night but I came home to my lovely momma preparing me a bowl of vanilla ice cream topped with blackberries picked earlier that morning....I made my way downstairs and there was my old twin bed with covers already pulled back beckoning me to "come hither" :)
I was too excited to go to bed so my brother and I jumped in his car (I didnt even grab my shoes) and we sped down the Old Evergreen Highway with my arms stretched out the sunroof and feet out the window, I smiled because I felt like a kid again. A quick run through the Burgerville drive through and I was complete...
Even though I am only home for a day, there truly is NO PLACE LIKE HOME!