I brushed my teeth
I fed my fish
I put tons of yummy food
In my cute dog’s dish
My bags are packed
They’re by the door
But my home keeps whispering
“Just one more!”
One more toss of a slobbery ball
One more check of the mulberry tree
One more dip in my soothing hot tub
One more sip from my favorite mug
All these things and people and places
Will soon be replaced with different faces
But I’ll go happily into the unknown
Knowing that they’re all still waiting for me at home.
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.