[TM] I've had enough of travel, I'm ready to be in one place.
Eve had been from one coast to the other in a short span of a week, and even that seemed surreal to her. In the days of working for Wolfram and Hart that sort of travel was easier... fast jets... realms of transdimensional travel, and the White Room made jet-lag something of the past. It seemed sort of pedestrian of her to travel through airports with the rest of the world. She watched the families clamor around with their strollers trying to ensure they were given those extra ten minutes to board, grateful for once that it would never be her.
For as normal as Eve craved her life, there were somethings that she prayed never happened to her. She didn't want to see herself hauling a child on her hip with spit-up on her shoulder, looking like she had gone four rounds with a Terska demon. She didn't even mind clicking away on her Blackberry wondering how many of the lawyers at Wolfram and Hart were scattered about the Los Angeles branch trying to stop the spread of all the phone numbers and contact information of clients that got leaked the night before. Lohan alone was more than a handful if she remembered correctly, and the leaks from Friday were no doubt causing a bit of a rift in negotiations in her contract. Laughing to herself for a moment she glanced up to see the last passel of drooling kids get piled onto the walkway toward boarding. Shutting her Blackberry off for the flight she picks up her carry on and heads to her First Class seat, looking forward to just being back in Boston.
The flight is full of turbulence and the countless kids seated in coach behind her aren't going to let Eve forget that they are back there. Thankfully the flight isn't that long and the wheels are chirping onto the blacktop of the runway. With no checked baggage all that she has to do is pick up her car from parking, pay the weeks charge and head home.
The thought of her having a home hasn't quite hit her yet, but she knows that it's something she owns... something that's in her name and one day will be sold off as part of her assets. The manner in which she always relates things to her death has become force of habit, and she'd stop it if she could remember that it's not that big of a deal.
Driving home becomes routine and before she realizes it she's parked in the drive behind her house and walking up the back steps. An odd thought that strikes her is that she almost wishes she had a pet to welcome her home. Then the other thought is all the care an animal takes and it's pushed out of her mind quickly. She drops her bag at the door, shoes come off her feet and a slow trail of clothing forms from the door to the bathroom. Within moments she's filing the tub and sinking slowly into the hot water trying to soak the airport feeling off of her.
Half an hour later she's tugging a pair of comfortable pants and a tank top on, concluding that over the next week she was going to have to unpack more of her boxes, especially with the rest of her stuff arriving the following day. Warm bare feet almost stick to the hardwood as she moves through the house back to the kitchen to get a glass of water and call up Joe. She gets his voicemail and wonders if he's on a job somewhere, or wrapping things up.
"It's me, I'm home. I'm clean, I'm de-airport-traveled and I'm craving Chinese food. So I'm going to order, and wait for the guy to drop it off. Now in the meantime you can stop whatever you are doing and come over, because it's been a long week, and there are other things I've craving too."
Eve hung up and dialed the Chinese delivery place and ordered, making sure to enunciate her order specifically because she wasn't going to end up with something insane again. From there she hung up and tossed her phone onto the rug in front of the television, glad that she had made that a priority to set up in the new house and flipped on her TiVo glancing through the things on her Now Playing list as she curled up onto the couch making sure her phone was within arms reach as she started catching up with the most recent episode of Family Jewels.
For as normal as Eve craved her life, there were somethings that she prayed never happened to her. She didn't want to see herself hauling a child on her hip with spit-up on her shoulder, looking like she had gone four rounds with a Terska demon. She didn't even mind clicking away on her Blackberry wondering how many of the lawyers at Wolfram and Hart were scattered about the Los Angeles branch trying to stop the spread of all the phone numbers and contact information of clients that got leaked the night before. Lohan alone was more than a handful if she remembered correctly, and the leaks from Friday were no doubt causing a bit of a rift in negotiations in her contract. Laughing to herself for a moment she glanced up to see the last passel of drooling kids get piled onto the walkway toward boarding. Shutting her Blackberry off for the flight she picks up her carry on and heads to her First Class seat, looking forward to just being back in Boston.
The flight is full of turbulence and the countless kids seated in coach behind her aren't going to let Eve forget that they are back there. Thankfully the flight isn't that long and the wheels are chirping onto the blacktop of the runway. With no checked baggage all that she has to do is pick up her car from parking, pay the weeks charge and head home.
The thought of her having a home hasn't quite hit her yet, but she knows that it's something she owns... something that's in her name and one day will be sold off as part of her assets. The manner in which she always relates things to her death has become force of habit, and she'd stop it if she could remember that it's not that big of a deal.
Driving home becomes routine and before she realizes it she's parked in the drive behind her house and walking up the back steps. An odd thought that strikes her is that she almost wishes she had a pet to welcome her home. Then the other thought is all the care an animal takes and it's pushed out of her mind quickly. She drops her bag at the door, shoes come off her feet and a slow trail of clothing forms from the door to the bathroom. Within moments she's filing the tub and sinking slowly into the hot water trying to soak the airport feeling off of her.
Half an hour later she's tugging a pair of comfortable pants and a tank top on, concluding that over the next week she was going to have to unpack more of her boxes, especially with the rest of her stuff arriving the following day. Warm bare feet almost stick to the hardwood as she moves through the house back to the kitchen to get a glass of water and call up Joe. She gets his voicemail and wonders if he's on a job somewhere, or wrapping things up.
"It's me, I'm home. I'm clean, I'm de-airport-traveled and I'm craving Chinese food. So I'm going to order, and wait for the guy to drop it off. Now in the meantime you can stop whatever you are doing and come over, because it's been a long week, and there are other things I've craving too."
Eve hung up and dialed the Chinese delivery place and ordered, making sure to enunciate her order specifically because she wasn't going to end up with something insane again. From there she hung up and tossed her phone onto the rug in front of the television, glad that she had made that a priority to set up in the new house and flipped on her TiVo glancing through the things on her Now Playing list as she curled up onto the couch making sure her phone was within arms reach as she started catching up with the most recent episode of Family Jewels.