Yeah, I went back. I am typing this on the Dell in my family's living room while my relatives discuss drunken relatives, missing relatives (meaning that they did not bother to come over to eat and get drunk and get talked about), bad weather (i.e. no snow) and watch football. And I could not be happier.
I got a last-minute ticket and caught a train from home. And the engine broke down for two hours halfway to the city. Then there was the freezing rain and the bus drive that took more than an hour on the highway because he took the service roads whenever he could. So, nine hours for what is usually a six-hour trip.
Bright spots? The taxi driver. He, of course, had a degree in electrical engineering that he could not use, even though he went to a local college in my hometown. Fill in this blank: he is south Asian and driving cabs for people who could not walk and chew gum at the same time. But he was not bitter. In fact, he woke me up to how lucky I am go be back. The other bright spot was when I went home and he waited with me as I opened the door and surprised everyone. I did not tell them I would be back and it was a perfect coda to the day, especially with my mom and niece.
So, helladays? Not quite...
Happy everything to everyone!
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