A Sort of Homecoming

I wrote this almost a year ago. It seems disingenuous to say I don't know why I didn't post it, because I know exactly why  - I am a shark in the water, and I must keep moving forward or die.

A Sort of Homecoming

"Miles Davis and the Cool’ was playing when I got to the airport," she says. "I think it was kind of appropriate." It was. It also seemed like an incredible coincidence that it should be on the airport PA - mostly it's just announcements about things that were misplaced - relatives or luggage or dignity.  It turned out that the song was just on her iPod.

The song says "Don't wait too long to come home, my how the years and our youth pass on." Very true, of course.  I have been thinking lately how few homecomings lie ahead.  It sounds downcast, but that's just the way of it.  I'm just glad she recognizes it too.

A Sort of Homecoming Pt. 2

36 hours. One viewing of The Lego Movie. One attendance at the Nutcracker Tea to see the boy perform. One birthday party. One very sleepy ride back to the airport on Sunday morning.  

I spent the rest of the day trying to stave off the thought that at least we had 36 hours of being complete again.