I’m sitting in seat 17F on flight number 1051 to Savannah, GA! The nuisance of exams is out of the way and now I’m heading home for Christmas. What a day to be alive! My flight was delayed by about an hour, so my mom is probably already at the airport waiting for me. Hope she brought a book or something. I had no idea how homesick I would be. At first, I’d even considered not going home for Christmas and traveling Europe instead—like a lot of other Victory Scholars. But I’m more than happy with my decision. Actually, I’ve been counting down the days since Thanksgiving. I just miss my family a lot. It’s not that I don’t like it in Ireland—I do! And I’ve had some great “craic” as they say. But home is where the heart is, and my heart is still in Savannah.
Here’s the plan: spend the first weekend at home hanging out with my parents and brother, decorating the tree, playing board games, drinking wine, eating yummy food. Then I’m headed to Greenville, SC (home of Furman University) to watch my girls play against Richmond. After spending one night in Greenville to see the game and catch up with friends, I’m heading to the quaint town of Brevard, North Carolina, with my mom to hike and explore and relax to the max. Thursday, I’m coming back to Savannah to get ready for Christmas weekend. The following week, I think I’ll be heading down to Thomasville, Georgia, where my mom and dad are currently living while they try to sell our house in Savannah. Two weeks of pure joy!
The ore I write about it, the more ready I am for this plane to land… It’s so close, yet so far. What an awful feeling! I’ve also never heard a baby scream quite the same way that this baby behind me is screaming… Thank the Lord for noise cancelling headphones. Even these bad boys can’t cancel out the horror that’s coming from that child’s mouth. How can such a tiny thing make such a loud noise? You’d think I was in the middle of a horror movie. It’s quite something. Impressive almost.
Oh well! Here’s to long flights, jet lag, crazy babies, and Christmas cheer. I think I might cry when I see my mom waiting for me at baggage claim.
