#23: On Arriving: Are We There Yet?

How I felt during the car ride from the airport, and if we actually ever feel that we've arrived at our destinations.

FYI: this is not our house, but we’ll get to that.

Drunk off zero minutes of sleep on our red-eye, I sat with Benny in a corner partition nearby the airport exit at JFK, waiting for J to come out with our checked bags from baggage claim. I compared Lyft and Uber prices, as I blearily looked out through the streaked glass-paned sliding doors at cars going by in the salty slush from that morning’s snowfall. I had already failed at getting Benny to calm down enough to pee outside, despite his bladder being full from 8 hours of holding it during our travel, and the nausea from no sleep did not bode well for the 1.5 hour car ride we had ahead of us.

J came out with our bags, and we crawled into our Lyft. We had pulled out of the airport area and had started cruising on the freeway past JFK, when J said, “it feels so good to be back.”

#22: We're Moving (Again), and Home-Buying (Again).

His words sank in, as I gazed out at the snow-covered, barren trees flying by. I expected an echo of his sentiment to rise up in me, but instead, my body was flooded with sinking sorrow. Similar to the feeling when you step off a curb and expect the street to be there, but it’s a bit further down than you expect; so for that millisecond, you’re just stepping down into never-ending nothingness.