I’m back! I’ve been home for a month, busy being pampered by Mommy and enjoying the warmth, but I’m back in New York City, and surprisingly, it’s mid-February already and I haven’t complained about the cold once. (And anyone who knows me knows I can’t stand the cold, usually the first one on the Complain Train.) Recharging my batteries must have done me good.
Leaving home, I fought back tears (failed) when I said good-bye to Daddy at my hometown train station, I fought back anxiety (failed again) as Mommy and I rode the train to the international airport, and doubly failed when I openly sobbed at the customs desk, where the customs official peered at my passport, peered at my mascara streaked face and red, puffy nose, peered back at my passport, then waved me through, probably thinking there was a close enough resemblance.
I won’t be home for at least another year and a half, and though it wasn’t spoken in exactly these terms, we all knew things will never be the same again.
I had found someone, someone I can rely on, someone I can trust, someone I can’t see myself ever being without, and for the first time, they’re realizing that. My parents, who in their heart, secretly hoped I would always be their little girl.
I’ve been back in New York for a little while now, getting back to my usual routine (yes, where I actually have to earn a living), and the immediate homesickness doesn’t sting as much anymore. (Thank God for Skype!)
The future holds good things though, I feel, and I’m looking forward to it. Our weekend ski trip to Killington is coming up, where I’m counting on BF, who is an excellent skier to keep me alive. And then Belgium, and France. Belgium and France!!!
Yep, the future holds good things 🙂