I flew to Boston today to spend Thanksgiving with my family – my brother and his wife, and my mom. It was a rough flight; a disturbing red eye from pdx to ny, layover in ny for about 2 hours and then a short hop to boston. I was not too keen on the idea that I had to have a layover just so I could take a 45 minute flight from ny to boston, but a funny thing happened.
I landed in ny about 40 minutes late, stepped out of the plane and into JFK international, one of two airports in new york. NYC, my hometown. A place I haven’t been to since 1998, well before September 11th and all its insanity. I stepped foot in my hometown, and felt my heart break. At the same time, it felt good to be home, even tho it was in an airport I don’t remember ever stepping foot in (I think we always went to LaGuardia) and I was only there for about half an hour.
So to start off my next blog post…I’m thankful I had a layover in NY today.
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