Homecoming

So, I am back in America in one piece. Last night I watched several hours of TV before crashing. As usual in my father's house, my return, even after 6 months and 8,000 miles round trip, seemed to be of little significance. Nick was late to the airport, as usual, but luckily it took me two hours to get through customs, so he arrived about just when I was actually ready to be picked up. Then the whole way home, I got to listen to Nick bitch in the car (I think for Kera-s sake, since she was with him) about not being welcome home for Christmas in Florida. I would have to agree with his take on the subject, but there is nothing I can do about it, so it wasn-t a pleasant conversation.

I called dad from the car telling him I was famished ("dinner" on the plane was a half of sandwhich, actually a piece of bread with a tomato on it), but when we walked in the door, he was asleep on the couch, no food in site. Since he had his mind set on sausage and spaghetti and wasn-t showing any sign of actually starting to make dinner for several more hours, and I don-t eat meat, I had to make my own dinner of spaghetti. It made me feel really loved, let me tell you. Then he broached the subject of how I should stay in Philadelphia until Sunday since ROB's visitation is Thursday until Sunday and I should schedule my life around that *since people in this house do oh, so much, to schedule their life around me.

But I was tired, and frustrated, and dad's 22 year old secretary with the barbed wire tatoo had arrived (she looks like Leila, but with about 10% of the IQ). Did she stay the night last night? Dad should put a warning in he classifieds when he hires a new secretary about their "other" responsibilities. I didn-t want to ask, so I went and locked myself in Rob's room to sleep. (They were so prepared for my arrival that there wasn't even a made bed with clean sheets for me, I had to wash sheets before going to sleep)

To add insult to injury, as I took my suitcases upstairs into Kyle's old room, I noticed on the floor ALL MY WINTER CLOTHES. You know the ones I neatly packet to be shipped to me in Switzerland, but never arrived. Well someone took the box and just dumped it out onto the floor up there, where my clothes then laid, in a heap, for the last 6 months.

Today, I am dealing with my car and confirming everything with the movers. Then ASAP I am heading to DC.

Despite all my complaining, its REALLY good to be home.