Driving past Chicago from Arlington Heights on the way back to Toledo was nothing short of a nightmare. The drive that typically takes me about a half an hour took a half and hour... plus two hours. This was after my stress level skyrocketed trying to meet several deadlines that converged on the unfortunate day before a holiday, and I remained on a conference call while on the train, in the bathroom on the train, and while giving directions in the car.
And of course once we got to Indiana, it was smooth sailing on the turnpike. And I didn't need any signs to tell me when we got into Ohio because the landscape opened up and everything just was brown - the muddy land, the bare trees, and the dark sky past the orange-y streetlights.
But of course, as always, it was worth it. A roaring fire was waiting for me, and my seat right smack in front of it was warm and waiting near a buffet of snacks I only eat when I'm home - trail baloney with cheddar cheese and homemade salsa and chips.
Remember the time that there's no place like home? Living away from home for the past five years has taught me this, and for that I'm thankful. But not as thankful as I am for my family.
There's nothing I'm more thankful for than my family.
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