Visiting home was just as hard as I thought it was going to be. There was so much to cram into a 3 day trip, that I didn't really tell anyone I was going to be in town because I wanted to spend it all with my family.
So, I left work a little early, flew in. and waited at the airport for 90 minutes because a truck got stuck under one of those low clearance bridges bringing traffic to a halt. While I waited outside from 11:00 to 12:30 am, I watched the chaos of NYC airports. I've always felt the traffic patterns dropping off and picking up is horrible...other big airports can do it so much more efficiently, that it is dreadful being picked up from anything other than a taxi or shuttle. But I got a kick out of ladies who are prancing around in 5+ inch heels walking across the pickup area when cars are coming - knowing they will be holding up traffic but not that they will get hit. The noise, the lights...I can't say I missed it.
I spent the first day having breakfast with a friend, her mother and my mother. Then I spent time with one sister and her family, saw my grandmother who teared up because she misses me and having ethnic food, then seeing another sister and her family. We even got in some Apples to Apples and Pictionary. It was such an amazing day. I was whipped out.
The following day my mother got us ticket to see "It Should Have Been You" a hysterical musical about a wedding...common stereotypes of Catholics, Jewish, homosexual all mixed together. But before we did that, we took my mother to Ellen's Stardust Diner where the waitstaff sing songs. It was fun. Supposedly last year they lost 16 of their serves to Broadway. Quite impressive. And after listening to all them....I am not surprised, they had fantastic voices. After we got back to the area, I had dinner with the family....pizza. Even though the pizza out in Colorado kinda sucks, I can't say I missed the NY pizza anymore.
And then next thing I knew, it was time to leave and say good bye.
I kept thinking on the plane how I felt about New York and Colorado. Where I think I belong. The sacrifice of leaving my family for the potential for more happiness. While I hated the airport, 'home' was fantastic and pretty. I can see myself in both places.