So, I begin this blog with a cafeinated head and a warm heart. Mom and dad are here at last. As we sit in our worn beige train seats I have two thoughts...
Thought one: This is the most ghetto train I've been on yet...why would they choose this yucky colour of beige with this not-so-contrasting brown. The view is pretty though and the sunlight on my keyboard reminds me that there are more important things to notice than the internal scenery of a London bound train.
Thought two: MOM AND DAD ARE HERE!

And yes, they certainly are here and I couldn't be happier.

When I went to the airport bus stop on Waverly Bridge I felt completely numb with anticipation. Although my pulse was racing and my adrenaline was singing "holy sh*t, holy sh*t, holy sh*t, my mind was completely blank. In my ..."calm" state I somehow managed to find myself on the top level of the double-decker bus right at the front. By the time I reached the airport I had both of my cute new Primark sneakers elevated on the front window and my stomach was rolling with
excited nerves.

Inner Dialoque
"All right, here we go. Now where the heck do I go...? oh, okay, ...Arrivals. That makes sense. Right.
Where are they?? Oh god, did I miss them? Maybe I will grab a coffee...no a juice. Coffee would send me flying right now.
...hmm, maybe I'm in the wrong spot. Oh sh*t, what if I'm in the wrong spot and they've been waiting here this whole time I've been wandering about like a loonie gulping down my smoothie.
I promised myself that I would loose my blonde tendancies when my highlights started to grow out...
I see dad's hair! Is that them down there?"

~Flashback~ I was in a mall and couldn't see mom, dad or steve anywhere...I was young so I did the most logical thing I could do. I looked for dad. I could always spot dad out in a crowd~We've always had this sort of unearthly connection.
I guess some things never change, no matter how old you get and that is a something that makes me quite happy actually.

I'm moving a little faster now..."I wish those friggin people would get out of my way so I could see something for goodness sake! Okay, Jenna chill out...just keep walking."
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, "keep going. Is that mom?! She's picking something up...oh turn around so I can see your faces. It's gotta be them. Is it them.
"Oh my god...it's them I think."

My pace quickens...it's hard to be completely sure because their backs are to me...
Dads hair, moms hair.

I'm running now.
This next moment is my favourite moment I've had this entire trip.
Dad looks up and sees me. Mom looks up and sees me.
And I see them.
I feel my home wrapping tight arms around me.

Now a train and sunlight. But the thing that warms me the most is having home away from home sitting right next to me in these worn beige train seats.
Home really is where the heart is.
Steve...I can't wait to have you here.