For those of you who read my last post, the kids and I made it to Kansas City in one piece. The flight was fairly non-eventful, except for the lady who made eye contact with me, pushed in front of me and my POTTY-TRAINING son, and rushed into the bathroom before us. ?And the kids were pretty much angels on the plane, thanks to lollipops, Dora, and some disgusting fruit-and-chutney potato chips that their father gave to them. I’m still thanking him for their breath.

Now, I’m home. Home to me is still the house I moved into when I was ten years old. My parents have changed out the kitchen counters and the 1980’s mauve wall-to-wall carpet, but the one thing I’ve always counted on since going away for college is that my room stays the same.