Going home for the holidays has changed a bit since
a certain someone came into my life
By Megan C Tschida
December 11, 2006 | Definition of home: a house or
apartment that is the usual residence of a person, family,
or household. For 20 years I have been calling the place
where I grew up home because that is where my family
lives and I love and cherish them very much. But recently
there has been a person in my life who changed all that,
and has turned my life around.
On the 22nd of November I traveled to Minnesota, where
my family lives and where I grew up, for the thanksgiving
holiday. It was a fairly nice day out and the airport
was not overcrowded, which was definitely a surprise
to me. Going home is always a good thing, not only to
see my family, but to sleep in my childhood bed under
my parent's roof. Yet sitting there at the airport I
can't help feel that something was missing.
The flight felt long for a two and a half hour ride,
and it always does. Both my parents picked me up and
we drove to the place that I have called home in Woodbury,
"How have you been?" my mom asks.
"Fine, I guess, nothing new."
"Ya, and how is Jessee?"
"Oh, he's good," I said.
That's the typical conversation we have in the car,
and then my parents tell me how my brothers and sisters
have been. Getting home the first thing I yell out once
in the doors is 'Sunny! Where are you?' That's when
an 80-pound yellow Lab-Springer mix comes running up
the stairs to greet me home. He has been our family's
baby since last November, and has been my favorite since
I first laid eyes on him. My dad told me about him over
the phone and I got to name him, but did not get to
see him for a few weeks until Thanksgiving break.
It was good to be home; tomorrow my grandparents and
older brother would be over to celebrate and give thanks.
One of my older brothers already lived at home, but
was out with his girlfriend who just came back into
town from college, and my two younger brothers and sister
were home. I sat in the kitchen and looked through the
fridge, after I found something to eat; I sat down and
talked with my sister and parents for a while, until
I felt tired and went to bed.
It was nice to sleep in my old bedroom and bed because
it brought back so many memories. But still I could
not help to feel like something was missing.
The next morning my mom made French toast and then
we cleaned the house like every holiday or family get
together. The grandparents showed up around 2 p.m. and
so did my older brother. I was surprised he did not
bring his girlfriend who he said I could meet.
"Bill where is your girlfriend, I thought you were
going to bring her?"
"She is not my girlfriend!"
"Oh, I thought you said she was?"
"Yeah, Bill, you said you guys were going out?" my
sister chimed in.
"No, I didn't, she's not coming!"
My sister and I exchanged smirks and quickly changed
the subject by asking our other older brother Mike when
his girlfriend Lisa was coming over.
I knew my grandmother was over when I heard "Ahh,
get that dog away from me, put him outside!" from the
kitchen. Sunny did not really do much except get excited
that there were new people in the house and come smell
and slobber all over them. But I guess an 80-pound slobbering
dog running at anybody is a little scary. The problem
was that she wouldn't stop complaining about the dog
for the rest of the day.
Soon enough, about an hour or so later, we all sat
down to eat turkey. My mom had set up four tables in
a square down in the family room so we could all sit
around one table. We prayed, passed all the food around
and then started to eat. Sunny was put outside and would
not stop barking because we were all eating and he could
not get in the action. My youngest brother Jason let
him in after about 10 minutes.
"David, put this dog outside!" my grandma said as
Sunny sat and begged next to her.
"Niece, call the dog,'' my dad said to my mom.
"Sunny, come here."
The dog sat behind me for the rest of the meal as
I slipped him some of the things on my plate.
When my plate was clean, I sat back and sighed. Looking
around and noticing how well my family was getting along
I smiled. All worries and misunderstandings were completely
forgotten for 24 hours because we were now giving thanks
for what we were given, each other. Then I remembered
that something was still missing.
After cleaning up the table, two of my brothers, my
sister and I sat down to play Lord of the Rings Monopoly.
We stopped halfway through to eat dessert and play the
card game 31 with the family, which we do just about
every holiday or get together. The game came down to
me and my mom, which is when I got lucky and won. After
that we finished the game of Monopoly, which I also
won, and said our good-byes to the grandparents.
Getting away from the family for a little bit, I went
into my room, and made a call to the person that has
been missing in my thank-you list for this holiday;
my boyfriend who could not come home to Minnesota because
he could not get off of work.
"Hey baby, how was your day?"
He is what was missing.