Sunday, August 13, 2006
Home again, home again, jiggedy jig
My hour long layover in London on Thursday turned into a 30 hour layover. Had I waited for rebooking of my original ticket, it may have been Monday or Tuesday before I would have returned. Perhaps if I was more adventurous, I would have stuck around and explored a new city. But I already missed my first day of work and I would have missed Nancy's birthday dinner. I would have missed the Zurich street parade and a wonderful breakfast for the first year teachers at Sprungli's. But mostly I would have missed my Coys. It has almost been an entire month since I've spent two nights in a row at our apartment. So now I've hidden my suitcases in the basement and I'm determined to be here for awhile. My week-long visit to Memphis for Ashley's wedding was terrific- packed with people I love, so quick that I still missed out on a lot of folks. (The highlight was meeting two beautiful babies- Tirzah and Lindley both had little boys this summer proving that life does in fact continue without me around!) I cried during take-off and for the first few minutes of flying away from Memphis. But then I turned my thoughts to the relationships and responsibilities awaiting me in Zurich. And I had plenty of time stuck in lines in London amidst the confusion to review all that I have to be thankful for in my life. By the time I landed in Zurich and was found by my bouquet-wielding husband, I truly felt like I was coming home.