We made it.
We arrived back to my hometown of Brighton around 2 this afternoon, to my mother’s house, where our journey began 6 months ago. Mom was immediately charmed by Scott, and Scott immediately got to work on charming Mom’s cross eyed cat, Loki.
Mom also bought all the ingredients of our homecoming dinner, which Chris grilled – steaks the size of our heads, potatoes, and green beans. We are fed, showered, changed, laundred, and safe.
Tonight I’ll be sleeping in my childhood bedroom, which I estimate is 4 times the size of the Wagon House. We have lots of people to call, housing to secure, appointments to make, but for the next 48 hours, we’re just sitting here, quiet and content.
Stay tuned, friends, because our story is really just beginning. What happens next? We start giving away pies in Ann Arbor again, that’s for sure. We start testing out shepherd’s pies and pasties – I’m told the secret to a good pastie is lard in the crust and rutabagas in the filling.
Thank you, one and all.