Is home. Back where she belongs. Her last flight was delayed an hour but the last one, the one that got her home was her fourth solo trip (two flying up alone, two back.) I'm a very proud papa.
I always await her arrival back in my life with some trepidation. "Post sumer-long hiatus in the PNW" trepidation, that is. Things change, things stay the same, and she's always managed to surprise me, in the way that kids always do.
Unchanged? The My Chemical Romance hoodie, zipped all the way up that flew out with her at the beginning of Summer. The bag of rocks from the coast. The two eagle feathers she found.
Expected? The tye-dye tee shirt underneath it. She was in Oregon, for cripe's sake, and her mother is an inverterate hippie. Also expected is the hemp necklace and the earrings full of feathers and demon-tails.
Changed? At the very bottom of her luggage; the carefully, nay, lovingly packed pair of 20 eyelet Doc Martin black leather boots.
*sigh* My daughter came back a baby Goth. She's a Baby Bat.