....and the inevitable bout of homesickness has now passed. I spent the last hour of the drive home crying. I already missed Ottawa...and my family. Especially my grandma. And I added a healthy dose of guilt to the mix by replaying a scene over and over in my head, wherein earlier that morning my grandma was trying to hand my a bag of peanut butter cookies she had made and 8 people were talking to me at once and I was distracted and I didn't even get to thank her.
I called her as soon as we made it home to thank her for the cookies. And then she said she already missed me because she felt like she barely got to see me this weekend...and then I got choked up but I didn't want her to know so I squeeked out the words "I know" and then changed the subject.
Then I called my Mom who asked the question that she should never ask me.
Mom: "So did you enjoy your trip?"
Me: "I guess...."
Mom: "What do you mean? What's wrong?"
Me:...... sudden burst of hysterical sobbing interspersed with random attempts at coherent speech.
While I was on the phone the boy ran me a bath, and even carefully placed my new People magazine (featuring Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher!) on the edge of the tub for me. And then he told me if I ever decide I want to move home, he would pack up our things and move with me in a heartbeat. Then everything was better.
Today, I brought some of Marmy's "Wacky Cake" in my lunch. Today everything is great.