When I shut down the computer today at the office, that was it. I won't be going in again until 2012. I've got two days of working from home before the year is out, but today was the last day of waking up to the marimbas on the iPhone that sits charging next to my bed through the night. Today was the last day of rushing out the door with a cup of coffee in my hand. All through the day, as I worked my way through the list of things I had to do before I could call it done, I could not stop fidgeting. I am a tried and true homebody and the promise of home at the end of the day - through the end of the year - was pulling at the corners of my mind.
Someone once said if you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders. My mind always wanders home. To the sound of the dishwasher in the kitchen, the laughter from H as he watches TV downstairs, the thwack of the dog's tail against the coffee table as she wags her butt with her head on my knee.
At the end of the day I can think of nothing better than to take off my tall boots and the trendy textured tights I bought on sale at the LOFT, unwrap the scarf tied so fancifully around my neck, unzip my skirt and trade it all in for H's old gray sweat pants with the elastic draw-string waist.
Tomorrow I will wake up on my own, and I will lean against the counter while the coffee brews, and throughout the day I will watch the sun move in wide slants across the hardwoods. Tomorrow, I will be home.
That picture from DaySpring is hanging on my wall, now.
At home. Where I'll be for the next few days.
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