Homeward Bound

In a couple hours I'll be getting on a plane, bound for home.

I'll be at my parent's place for the weekend, meaning, I suppose, depending on your definition, and mine is odd and ever changing, that I'll be truly home on Monday night.

Classes start again with a vengeance on Monday, and I'm mentally starting to gear up for that a bit.

It has been good to have some breathing room, to be away from the crazy realities of my day to day life, to hang out with friends, get hugs from a baby, watch some favorite movies, and rest a bit.

I have a list of things to accomplish this weekend that is, well, long. (Though most of them are relatively painless and can be done while sitting or reclining in bed.)

I plan to maintain the attitude of rest through the weekend.  I still feel the need for that.  It just might have to be a more active form of rest.

Sometime in the next several days I'll have the chance to see one of my favorite people in the world, my former roommate, L.  She'll be in Calgary for a visit for the next couple weeks, and while we have plans to spend a full day together late next week doing decadent things in the mountains, (afternoon tea service at a beautiful, historic hotel anyone?) I'm hoping to see her sometime before that day as well.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to take my first yoga class in a week and a half.  I expect my body will be protesting that on Sunday, but I think it will be worth it to round out my week of rest by stretching and resting.  I'm looking forward to the warm room and the peaceful nature of the class.

But for now, I'm catching up on a few things online, and chatting with my friend, across the table, and getting ready for my flight.  It looks like a clear (though very cold) day, and that should make for a beautiful view flying back across the mountains.  I'm not one of those people who has anxiety when flying - I actually love to fly, and always want a window seat, so that I can see what we're flying over