How is the woman going home?

M: Sally, are you going home for the holidays?
W: Yes. I’ve booked a flight for tomorrow afternoon and I can’t wait.
M: That sounds great.
W: What about you? Are you going home, too?
M: I haven’t made up my mind yet. I’m thinking...
W: Haven’t made up your mind? Oh, you’re not going to get a flight out of here. I guess all the seats have been reserved by now. It’s a holiday season, after all. Most people are traveling.
M: Well, it’s not such a big deal for me. My family is only a hundred and fifty miles from here. I usually take a train.
W: You don’t sound very excited about it.
M: Well, we are not really a very close-knit family. I have two brothers and a sister. They spread out all over the place. One lives on the West Coast and one lives on the East Coast. My sister lives abroad.
W: Oh, vow! Where is she living?
M: In Paris.
W: What does she do there?
M: She teaches English in a university. It is kind of strange, but we seldom get together as a family since we earned our own livings.
W: Well, I try to get home as much as possible. We’re a big family—there are six of us children—so it is always a lot of fun.
M: Six kids?
W: Yeah. And we’re all really close. Most of us are married, so it makes a very crowded house over the holidays.
M: I can imagine.
W: Of course, there are too many people to cook dinner for. It is a real headache for my parents. So we usually end up eating outside. It is pretty crazy.
M: Well, at my house, my mother loves to cook. So when all of us get home—which isn’t that often—she always cooks big home-made meals. We have left-overs for days.