Last night, we touched down in New York City. Greeted by rain, wind and 50-degree weather, it’s hard getting back into the swing of things. Moving from head-jolting roller coasters or simulated trips to Mars into the slow, sputtering stench-filled bowels of the MTA is a bit of a shock. But last night as I watched the small graphic of our plane skip up the Jersey coast on the tiny screen before me, I imagined it returning to any other place; I ‘m happy with its final destination.
Vacations are kind of evil, actually. The anticipation is exhilarating, the actual vacation is usually a blast, but returning to the daily grind is damn near crippling. It’s almost crippling enough to bypass vacationing entirely.
I will upload pictures soon. There are many but I will try my damnedest to edit. In the meantime, I am trying to catch up on all that I missed.
Tomorrow, it’s back to work.