Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity, Jig

The hardest part about reunions is the parting. Four days of telling stories, laughing, playing games, eating and being outside and not sleeping enough makes the leaving sad. Suzanne was the first to leave early this morning.

Jamie, Janet and I all ubered to the airport together and all had lunch beside Jamie’s gate since she was the first to go. Jamie and I were two peas in a pod all week, even pulling out the exact same tiny cheep wallet when paying for lunch. Saying good bye was hard, but we promised to see each other again next year.

Janet and I walked off towards her gate where we parted. Janet was a wonderful hostess. Sadly her flight was next so I had to hop the sky train to get to my terminal. With four hours to kill I walked a lot of the terminal before settling into the centurion Lounge. A nice woman I rode the elevator up with showed me the best secret place to sit. So I hunkered down there and watched a TV show on my iPad. I hate the feeling of being the last one to go and the one with the farthest trip, since Suzanne was just going to Cabo.

Now on the plane I am no longer sad because I get to go home and see Russ and Shay. I might have a better trip if I wasn’t seated next to a young flight attendant sitting in the middle seat who has spent the last two hours taking selfies of herself. It’s crazy what people do on planes, as if no one is watching, but we can’t help but watch.

Of course I am writing this blog right next to her, but feel confident she isn’t reading it because she is too busy taking photos of herself. Just two more hours and it’s home again, home again, jiggity jig.