Ah, air travel. It doesn't exactly bring out the best in us, does it? I try to be polite and patient and say things like "please" and "thank you" and try not to think snarky thoughts. But when you get hit in the head by someone else's carry-on and have to listen to every word of very loud conversations, it's hard to stay positive. An exercise in patience, flying is. And, considering that I woke up in New York, helped move in New York, and went to bed in my bed in Ohio, there are some perks. The cool part about flying, I think, is looking down and seeing the expanse that is this earth. The flight from La Guardia to Philadelphia was like one big city--ie New Jersey--lights upon lights upon lights. City blocks upon city blocks. Cars buzzing along highways. And it's hard not to think about all of the people. It really is kind of incredible.
As much as I really don't like to fly, it is nice to have the luxury and time to be able to spend with my family. I really enjoyed this trip to the city--it's much different that going with the intention of being a tourist. I wasn't nearly as exhausted as I was the first time I visited. I still don't want to live there, but I wasn't quite as anxious to leave this time either. And considering that niece/nephew will be coming soon, I think we'll be back before too long. To people watch and hold that beautiful baby. To laugh and rejoice with our family. And to simply enjoy being together.
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