There's no place like home, there's no place like home. That's what I was saying those last few days I was in Columbia. Unfortunately, I didn't have Dorothy's ruby red slippers to take me there. I've really enjoyed Columbia and the people I have the fortune to be around every day, but it's nice not to fall asleep to sirens and people yelling down the hall. I much prefer the train whistling in the night.
It was an adventure getting home, and I might not have if it weren't for a stranger's help and some jumper cables. Even as I made the trip singing Christmas carols and prayers for safety ("Jesus Take the Wheel" came into my head more than one time), I knew with every passing second I was that much closer to home.
With no classes to worry about until after I get back, I've been able to take time to relax and catch up on some of the things I've put on the back burner. I also now have some time to pick back up on my knitting, reading, writing, and cooking.
There are a lot of differences between the city of Columbia and rural Northern Missouri and some differences are bigger than others. I knew I was home when I experienced slow internet, bad cell phone coverage, and random power outages. Yep, it's good to be home!
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