In 2.5 hours I'm going to the airport en route to Wilmington, Delaware where Jon grew up and where we will celebrate Thanksgiving with his parents. Everyone at work keeps asking me, "Are you nervous?" In truth, I'm more anxious about the airport and flying than I am about meeting Jon's parents. With only a little sleep under my belt, two errands still left to run, and 5 hours of travel time ahead of me, I'm looking forward to walking through that front door, putting down my bags, and taking a deep breath. I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures on the walls, the layout of the house, the spread on the table. I'm looking forward to smelling the everyday smell of a place called home, as well as all the delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen. I'm looking forward to hearing the sound of your streets, your floorboards, your parent's voices.
Only 7 more hours till touchdown.
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