Going Home

All week long I've been looking forward to going home to Wilmington for the weekend. When the schedule first came out for this episode I thought, there's no way we are working late on Friday we have almost all day time work. But then of course we had that night shot on Wednesday and ever since the calls have been getting later and later. Today's call time was 11am. Great. I'm looking at getting off at midnight at best and we are filming in Rock Hill, SC. Still, I was determined to go home. I haven't been home yet since I started Homeland. The one weekend we wrapped early there was no point going home for Marshall wasn't there so I went to Charleston to see him instead. My hopes are to go home the following two weekends. It just so happens that one of my best friends' baby is also due this week so I'm hoping either this weekend or by next weekend she will be here and I get to meet her. Mostly though I'm just homesick. I want to sleep in my own bed, go out on the boat and see my family and friends. I also just want to see the nursery again. With everything that's been going on lately, I miss the comfort the nursery gave me. Just being near it is a comfort to me in a weird way that I can't really explain.

Well, the day started off well enough. We were shooting in a tunnel near downtown Charlotte and we pretty much flew through the scene. Then the company move to Rock Hill, SC, really slowed things down. By the time we were ready to shoot in the hospital in Rock Hill I was cursing our locations people. Could you not find a hospital in Charlotte to shoot in? Seriously? Sometimes I really wonder if locations people find the most obscure location just as their FU to the crew. They definitely aren't winning any friends by sending us to Rock Hill. It was midnight before we wrapped and I practically bolted out of there. I don't think the ADs have seen me finish my wrap report that quick ever. The one great thing about driving that late at night is that there is no traffic and you almost never hit any stoplights. It was a good thing too because I ended up taking the long way home straight down Hwy 74. Usually, the drag about Hwy 74 is Monroe and the other small towns outside of Charlotte where you hit every stoplight. Not tonight though. Most were already blinking and I sped right through them. Yeah, sure I have somewhat of a lead foot. I've been known to get a speeding ticket or two, although not recently. Luckily, I didn't happen upon one tonight either. It was a little after 3:30am when I pulled into my driveway. I'm pretty sure I woke Marshall and the dogs up but it was great to see them. Home at last. What an amazing feeling. Even if it is for less than 48 hours.