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[urocyon]

I'm home now--have been since Wednesday night, in fact.

The trip home went smoothly enough, after I managed to pry myself away. My mother probably had a point in saying that, naturally, I did fine after I'd decided that it was really time to leave; for good or bad, she most likely also hit on something pointing out that it's never been at all easy to get me to do things I really don't want to. And, at some level, I didn't want to leave before. It was a bit of a wrench when I did, but I really did need to get home.

When I exchanged my ticket last Saturday, the first available flight was Wednesday at 10:55 a.m. (And it did turn out to be $200 after all, so I'm not crazy in that way, at least.) Less than an ideal time, but workable. I was glad the boy suggested calling for a minicab to Paddington station; that was undoubtedly more pleasant than battling the morning rush on the trains. The lady at the counter when I checked in did ask me this time what sort of seat I'd like, and I was fortunate enough to be on a row which was empty other than the man in the other aisle seat. The flight was uneventful and even devoid of loud children.

Things did get slightly more interesting at Dulles. I'd gotten occupied with something else Monday night, and forgot to transfer some money in time for it be credited. This, unfortunately, was the quantity needed to get me home from Dulles. I'd already talked to (well, "cried at" would be more accurate; my stress level was awful before I realised I'd done that stupid thing) my mother the night before, and she was trying to make arrangements. I greatly appreciated this; family can be good at times. When I called back in the morning before I left, she still wasn't entirely sure what the best option might be. So I had to leave with no idea how I was going to get home from D.C., with the aim of calling home after we landed.

As it turned out, my grandmother had arranged for me to fly into Roanoke that evening. (Yes, family can be very good indeed, even if I felt a bit silly having to rely on them so much.) I was prepared to take a bus or something, and the quicker transport was welcome. That particular puddle-jumper was rather scary, though, besides feeling like a sauna--it looked like it should have been retired at least ten years ago. Roanoke looked even better than it would have otherwise, I imagine. :) It was slightly interesting how much more obvious the valley is from above. My dad waiting to pick me up was a welcome sight, and it was rather gratifying how thrilled the animals were to see me when we got to the house. Well, other than Mercury, who gave me a look that said, "Oh, you're back," and strolled across the yard--but what else would one expect from a cat? Bungee forced me to pet her for a good half-hour, but she's just generally a strange feline creature. My parents seemed glad enought to have me home, too.

I'm reasonably glad to be back, though it didn't take too long for me to start missing the boy. I didn't sleep very soundly Wednesday night, very aware of being alone. A bit surprising how quickly one can become accustomed to not being alone, really. I have gotten a few e-mails, the first of which I actually lost when I did something strange and messed up the partition table. (Shouldn't I know by now how advisable keeping frequent backups is?) I haven't seen him on IRC in the evening so far, and I'm still tending to sleep until after he's left work. Maybe I can get up in time tomorrow. Though I'd rather give him a hug than a /query, that's certainly better than nothing for now.

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