Having fallen from driving grace, I arrived in London on the Greyhound bus. I had my eye on everyone as they got on, making sure that the person who sat next to me didn't look like she has homicidal tendencies. The worse thing I could say about her was that she had the latest GQ magazine (Jennifer Aniston's baring it all cover) and it made it really difficult not to read over her shoulder.
Eagle Eye Boode was waiting for me when I stumbled off the bus and into the terminal. I walked up to Dad, before he even realized I had come off the bus. Apparently I have this bus riding thing down so well, I fit in with all the other weary riders.
We waited out the afternoon keeping an eye on the Northwest Airline website. We were tracking Dean's progress. He was delayed in Detroit, but that was no surprise given the weather. Once he got in and we were all feasting on Mum's Chicken Pie around the dining room table, you could see the relief settle in over Dad and Mum. Their kids were home.
Even though Dean and I have our own homes and established lives, I think we will always call our parent's house our home. We have never lived here ourselves, but the sentimental value of the family together makes this place our home.
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