4 days ago I was sitting in my apartment crying because school had not yet started, my boyfriend was hard at work, I didn't have a job and I missed my mom and dad.
3 days ago I called my mom and told her I have decided to fly home for a quick 4 day trip before school started.
When you miss your mom, dad and the house you grew up in....somehow mountains can be moved and a flight home is purchased via student loan money. Thank you Wells Fargo.
After a whole day traveling from train to bus to plane to another plane to car... I finally landed in my bed at home. You have no idea how comfortable my bed is at home compared to the blow up mattress I live on in New York.
This morning I woke up as the sun was rising to go on a light run with my dad. I'm so proud of his new running venture. We ran and walked, using the mailboxes as guides. My goal was just to spend time with my dad, not at all get in a workout.
We were greeted by mom to my favorite strong Starbucks French roast that always makes me happy.
There is a HUGE comfort in sitting at the kitchen island chatting, drinking coffee and planning for the day.
Oh, and raiding my parent's fridge is my favorite part. Always filled with nice berries, fruit and granola that I can't afford.
I made myself a delicious bowl of low fat cottage cheese and a sprinkle of muesli.
After digesting, I went out for a run. I ran for about an hour. I truly don't care how far or how fast I ran. The most important was saying hi to people that I passed and breathing in the air of the West. Aka: not humid.
Shortly after my run, I showered and my mom and I went shopping. I love how she knows when I need new school clothes. Three pencil skirts, a blouse and new sandals!
We had lunch + wine at a local restaurant
Say hi to my mom!
We shared a cheese board and a bacon, brie and apple sandwich. Deeelicious.
If my day could not have been any better, it did.
I laid out on our back deck soaking in a little vitamin D when my mom comes up to me with a new cocktail she created. A play on sangria, but I have no idea what it was made of.
This boy was my tanning companion:
Of course I sent my mom a request for my first meal back at home.
Oh folks, she delivered. She made her quiche, which I adapted in my Farmer's Market Quiche, and served it with a salad made of strawberries, blueberries, greens from our garden, walnuts and poppy seed dressing.
I am home and I am happy.
What is the one meal you request your mom/dad/whomever to make for you upon your arrival?