Top 4 Welcome Home Moments

A few moments have stood out for me in the current phase I call, “transcendental acclimatization”:

1. After dropping a years worth of baggage onto our living room floor and checking out the renters, we were welcomed home by a gaggle of champagne-bearing neighbors. We crossed the street and dined with friends who so thoughtfully served all the things we missed: smoked salmon, cheese, seafood pasta, and chocolate cake with fresh raspberries.

2. As I heard the drop of a package on the front porch, I opened the screen door and yelled “Thanks!” to the backside of an anonymous, brown UPS uniform. He turned around, smiled and said, “Hey, you’re back. Welcome home.”

I recognized him as the same UPS guy who’s had the neighborhood route for years, but had no idea he recognized me or knew we’d been away. “Thanks,” I gushed. “What’s your name?”

“Mohammed,” he replied.

“I’m Diane. It’s good to be home,” I said as he scurried back to the big, brown truck and drove away.

3. Due to an achin’ back, I asked the kids if they would make a run to the nearby Trader Joes for a few groceries in the midst of unpacking. When they returned with two heavy bags and a large bouquet, I was touched one of my very own children had thought to bring me flowers.

“Mom,” Lena said, “These are from the woman at Trader Joes. She asked us if we were doing the shopping for our Mom today and when I told her your back was hurting so we were helping, she told us to go pick out some flowers and she paid for them with her very own money! She told us to tell you she hopes you feel better soon.”

4. I picked up Anders at a friend’s house after a sleepover. As I entered the front door, the younger brother was sitting at the computer.

“Hi Balloch,” I said in a very loud voice, hoping to get his attention. “How are you? How was your year?”

“Oh hi,” he said, looking up from the screen and then down again. “Heeyy,” he said slowly, looking back up at me. “You’ve grown.”

“Really? How exactly?” I said, nervous to hear his out-of-the-mouths-of-babes answer.

“You’re taller!” he said.

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7 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Stephanie on April 20, 2011 at 2:53 pm

    Just now reading this but Mohammed is our driver too and he is fantastic! We are away this year ourselves and apparently he’s been asking about us with neighbors. How nice is that?!

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  2. Posted by Emily on August 2, 2010 at 10:19 pm

    Too funny! And sweet stories about your community welcoming you back home. It’s such a nice reminder that although sometimes maybe we miss familiar surroundings, foods, routines, etc, it’s often the little exchanges that really make the difference. We’re glad you’re back!

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  3. Posted by Brian on July 22, 2010 at 8:56 am

    Very funny and well written, Diane. I dragged Vernell over to read it. Write a book!

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  4. Welcome home neighbor! I’d love to see y’all soon! I love this post! It made me laugh out loud AND get a little misty-eyed. We truly have the best Trader Joe’s on the planet. And while I’ve not met the UPS guy, our garbage man is beyond.

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    • Posted by diane on July 17, 2010 at 9:03 pm

      Come on by! These days, we’re usually hangin’ on the front porch.
      I look forward to meeting the garbage man next :)

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