Home.

Friday. The day I was to go home. I woke up earlier then I needed to. I laid in bed, half of me wanting to stay and the other half wanting to go home. Finally, I got up and made sure I had everything ready for when it was time to leave. The night before, Aunt Wanda gave me a big bag to put my clothes in because my suitcase couldn’t fit everything in. All my clothes were packed and everything was ready. (Except for my Grandma’s thimble.) I left my room and found Aunt Wanda and Uncle Lee awake. I wasn’t too hungry, so I just had a can of Sierra Mist and two oatmeal cream pies.

After we had everything loaded into the car, we drove to the airport. My plane left at 5:35 am. I decided last minute to just put my clothes on the plane and carry my *huge* computer bag and suitcase full of gifts for my family. Before I went through customs, we prayed and I hugged them both. After promising to come back in may for the family reunion, I went through. I had on my camouflage Tennessee hat and the “Tennessee Volunteers” sweater I got from Christie, Emma and Chloe, my huge red suitcase and my handbag. I had to go to the end of the airport for my gate. The plane was small. It was also late. There was fog in Charlotte, so we were delayed about half an hour. I silently prayed that we wouldn’t be too late and that I would make my next plane on time. Fifteen minutes later, the plane took off. I thanked God and then fell asleep.

I woke as we were about to land in Charlotte. I got off the plane and grabbed my bags and ran to my next gate. I was about ten minutes early, so I called my mom. (It was six in Montana.) Then we had a little argument on how long the last plane trip was. Then the plane was boarding, so I had to hang up. Once on the plane, there was no room for my red suitcase to be placed in the area above me, so I had the get the *grumpy* flight attendant to find another place for it. After the flight took off, I fell asleep once more.

I woke two hours later. We still had one hour left to go, so I took out the book, “The Goose Girl”, and read it. By the time the plane landed, I really needed to use the bathroom. (I have a HUGE fear about using the bathroom on the plane.) I ran to the first bathroom I saw.

It took me awhile to find my next gate…I needed to take a train from Concourse C to B. My legs were numb from walking so long while holding the heavy computer case and lugging the suitcase with me. But, this was to be my last flight. Finally, after walking for fifteen minutes, run ins with very rude flight attendants, I found it. They were just about to board, but I had enough time to call my mom. I needed to place both bags onto the little train that would load them up onto the plane because I was sitting in the very front row and there was no room for me to place the bag in any of the areas. The person I was sitting next to commented on my Tennessee Volunteers sweater. (He was not a fan of them.) I, not really caring anything about football, just shrugged and smiled and said my cousin gave it to me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about a subject I didn’t know anything about. That seemed to “shut him up” about it ‘cause he didn’t say anything else about it. Mentally wiping my brow in relief, I listened as the flight attendant commented on the woman in the row right across from ours accent. It sounded Russian to me, so I guessed that. The man sitting next to me thought either English or Canadian. When the woman got off the phone, the attendant asked her. She was from Poland. Then they talked about that awhile, while I listened in pretending to gaze out the window. (Okay, I was really looking out of the window.) Soon, the hour flew by, and I was landing in Montana. I got up and walked out. I had to wait for my two bags to be let out. Someone asked me if I was ready for the ‘Gators to beat the Volunteers, I just smiled. Soon, I had my bags and walked out. I entered the airport and walked down the lane that lead to the main area. My younger siblings were right out there holding a sign that read;

“Welcome Home Molly!” I grinned as I walked up. My mom and dad Andrew weren’t there. I asked Andre where they were, and he said looking for me upstairs. Then there they were. I hugged my dad first, then my mom. My mom kept taking pictures of me. (only one of them was good.) We grabbed my bright green and orange bag and headed to the car. We stopped by Lee and Dad’s grocery store to pick up things for the dinner we were having on Sunday night, then we headed to Taco Time for my lunch. (I hadn’t eaten since 4:00 am Montana time. We then drove home.

When we got home, I gave everyone their presents. Mom’s was first; it was August Rush . (In case you don’t remember from before.) Then the boys’. It was the lego Hoth battle station. They all said,

“Whoa!!” At the same time and ran up stairs to play it. Abby loved her shirt and headbands. Andrew, at first, didn’t know what the animal on his keychain was, then realized it was a fox. (A very cute fox.) He loved the bear, especially the chocolate that came with it. Then it was Dad’s turn. A simple gift that I knew he would love. A picture frame that said,

“ Enjoy the simple things.” It held a picture of my dad and his mom. He teared up at it (just as Aunt Wanda and I speculated) and thanked me.

Dinner was some pasta and chocolate cake, then, I went onto Howrse.com. It was so good to talk to my friends again! First I chatted with HORSEYU, then when she went off, I chatted with TWINHORSES. They were both glad to “see” me. Then I went off and watched Psych with my family, nibbling at my cake. When we were all done, I went to bed, exhausted.