Sunday December 21st, 2003
Arriving Home
As we de-boarded the plane I was reminded of the true meaning of "Cold." I've been in Los Angeles just long enough to properly acclimate to the environment and now anything under 70 is cold for me so you can imagine how the sub artic, ten below zero with the wind chill, hit me as I walked through the tunnel into the airport.
I met my mom at baggage claim. At first I was forced to wonder if she had shrunk or if I bought these shoes in Los Angeles to make me look taller. As I was debating my mom caught site of me and looked at me like I was an alien. On the car ride home she made several comments about how much weight I've lost. I've been yo-yoing since I visited last year and I thought I weighted about the same now as I did when I left but apparently I'm a few pounds lighter. On the hour car ride home we talked about who was dying, who was pregnant, who snuck out of his house, got drunk, and flipped his jeep twelve times in a residential area, catch up stuff. I'm sure there was more but between Cuba's acting and the piss mutt I didn't sleep at all on the plane and it was eight am. I got home and went into my room. Check that, what used to be my room and now had floral wallpaper, lace curtains, and electric candles in the windows. (The new guest room I was later told) I passed out without even taking off my jacket.
