[originaltext]M: So, Andrea, you are going home for the holidays?W: I sure am.

M: So, Andrea, you are going home for the holidays?
W: I sure am. I’ve booked a flight for tomorrow afternoon and I can’t wait!
M: That sounds great.
W: What about you? Going home, toe?
M: I haven’t decided yet, I’m still debating.
W: Haven’t decided? Oh, you’re never going to get a flight out of here. I’m sure all the seats have been reserved by now. It’s the holiday season, after all!
M: Well, it’s not such a big deal for me. My family only lives about a hundred and fifty miles from here. I usually drive or take the train. It’s a short trip.
W: You don’t sound very excited about it.
M: Well, we’re not really a very close-knit family. I have three brothers, and they’re spread out all over the place. One lives on the East Coast and the other on the West Coast. I even have a brother in Montreal!
W: Oh, wow! What does he do?
M: Translation work. It’s kind of strange, but we rarely get together as a family anymore.
W: Well, I try to get home as much as possible. We’re a big family-there are six of us children—so it’s always a lot of fun.
M: Six kids?
W: Yep. And we’ve all really close. You should see it—most of us are married, too, so it makes for a very crowded house over the holidays.
M: I can imagine.
W: Of course, there are too many people to cook dinner for. It’s a re al headache for my parents. So we end up going out to dinner a lot. It’s pretty crazy.
M: Well, at my house my mother loves to cook. So, when all of us do get home—which isn’t that often—she always cooks big, homemade meals. We have leftovers for days!