Hello, turkeys.
Well, I landed in Los Angeles safe and sound despite some nauseating turbulence and a foodless flight.
The weekend had been chaotic up to that point. Friday, I finished work about 20 minutes after my expected time of departure. It was a strange feeling. I was relieved, but I was also kind of shocked that my last day was over. My time at the company was done. I was very emotional all day, in between gorging myself on buffalo calamari (mmm!) and tasty Going Away Cupcakes (MMM!!!).
I hopped on a train and rode nearly three hours into Camden, NJ so I could visit my grandmother, who is doing much better. It was a relief to see her so alert and less about-to-die-looking. That night, Mom and I hit McDonald's and then the ice cream place and finally made it home.
Saturday morning, Mom and I woke up and drove to my brother's house, so he and I could make the trip up to New York to move me out of my place. We got up there, I moved all my crap out, we got burgers, we stopped off at the Muppet's to pick up my Bridesmaid's dress and say goodbye, and then we were on our way back to NJ. When we arrived home, I unloaded all my crap, hauled it upstairs and then started packing.
Sunday was visits all around: went to see the triplets, went to see Mom-mom, Mom had a dinner for me with my brother, his girlfriend, Kristie, and my great-aunt. Then, I went to my Dad's to say goodbye. Originally, he was set to come to the airport with us, but with the TSA's new guidelines, I knew it would be a nightmare and told him I would just stop over instead.
When it was time to say goodbye, I felt like it was any other goodbye until it occurred to me that my Dad was hugging me extra long and extra tight and then the enormity of the whole situation hit me. It was like I only really comprehended in that moment how big this change would be for me. It made me sad. But it did not make me any less anxious to get here.
The next morning I woke up, wrote out some bills, finished packing, thought, "You know, since my whole life is in these two bags right here, they're just not going to make it to California." And, you know, they didn't. However, I took it all in stride.
The way I saw it, I made it there safe and sound, and even though I STILL don't have my luggage, at least I didn't travel with my entire life savings in my wallet. And at least I didn't take that wallet and put it on the roof of my car and then drive away. You know, like I did last time.
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4 comments:
Glad you made it! Loving the blogs lately!
I love you Danielle. You are truly one of the few ppl that I have not had sex with or have blood relations with that I love. Bit vulgar but I am in deed "committed to keepin' it real". You are my sister from another mother.
Read your post from two years ago. Reclaimation was what was on your mind. And you have reclaimed. You, your heart and all the Danielle Sphereisms can make a person believe in faith.
Well Done!
Hey D,
I'm glad to hear that you made it back to L.A. I always knew that you would. It seems like a lifetime ago, that we had that 3 hour late night conversation when you were contemplating the move back to NJ. My how we've changed since that night. You must give me your phone # so we can chat. We have a lot of catching up to do.
Always your friend,
Shawn
"And at least I didn't take that wallet and put it on the roof of my car and then drive away. You know, like I did last time."
AHHHH yes....Good time, Good times.
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