As I try to sit here calmly, I just can't stop smiling. I am finally heading home for my first visit since leaving Iowa last June. And almost no one knows. My sister Michelle is the only one back home that is in on it, and only because she is picking me up at the airport. I have managed somehow to not tell anyone except friends here in Missoula of my plans.
Why this weekend? It has been the weekend I've been lookin at for quite some time because it is my Grandmother's 90th birthday. The family is having a party for her on Sunday and it only seemed fitting that I go when I can see them without having to travel all over the state to do so.
Before March 4th, it seemed like going home was a far off dream. Tickets were more than $500. On a whim, I decided to check prices and they had dropped to $300, which to me was a steal. I called my sister and we concocted a plan to surprise everyone.
Everything is packed. All I need to do now is go to bed. My flight is at 7am and I know that sleep will be difficult.