But I am not going to get any.

Back in Stockholm now, with all the luggage and Partner Unit and I splurged and upgraded ourselves to business class on the flight home using his frequent flier miles, so that made the very long journey quite bearable.

It's too early in the night in Dallas to call and check on my stepfather, but he is home now and I got to hug him and wish him well. And at the airport, when my mother and sister dropped us off, my mom and I cried buckets.

Buckets.

And she asked me please couldn't I move back. And I have to admit as I walked to the check-in counter, my neck felt cold and tight, like I had been clenching my throat too long, and I found myself trying to memorize and soak in all of the truly American things in that airport, just to tide me over, to keep me safe, to make me think of home.

Home. Funny that that was the word I chose while typing this out.

But I am still not moving back there right now.

I miss my family madly, and learned a lot about them (and about myself) over the holidays. I have MASSES to tell you, some of it funny and some of it sad, but right now I need to try to get some sleep before I keel over. I am heading off tonight on a two night trip to Estonia with the chicks (why Estonia, you may ask? Why not? I reply) so I will be back Tuesday, although I suspect many of you are partying hardy still.

And for all you that live far away from your moms...just give her a call, yeah? I think they need us as much as we need them.

-H.

PS-pic coming on Tuesday, when I download all the holiday pics from my camera!

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