I got back from the States early Tuesday morning, after twenty-two hours of travelling time and forty minutes of sleep. I decided to spend the day at my parents’ house and then have a sleepover so that I could get attention lavished on me, a homecooked meal (vegetables! Never in my life have I craved vegetables so badly!) and just be spoilt in general.
However, my plans were thwarted:
- my mother had a chest infection, as well as a sinus infection, and felt like death warmed up
- my father had done his back – something about a bulging disk – so was virtually crippled
- my luggage was lost somewhere between New York and Los Angeles
- my brother came over to my parents’ to announce that his dog (who was more like the family dog, having lived with all of us for five years, or half of his life) had to be put down.
The last point? Devastating. Of course it is; when isn’t that news devastating? Norbert was a Rhodesian Ridgeback (Harry Potter fans may get the name reference) so he was basically the size of a small horse but he was as gentle as a lamb. He will be missed.
So. America. America won me over. San Francisco, Boston and New York City. It was definitely as hot as balls as predicted (or maybe sweaty as balls? The humidity. Oh, the humidity) but that was a small price to pay. I’m still letting the experience marinate in my mind but hopefully I’ll be able to write something vaguely coherent about it all soon enough.
Also, confession time: while I was away, I entertained thoughts of shutting the blog down for good. I read Mackenzie’s farewell post with envy and my decision was made. I was going to do it, I was; really, really going to. But I didn’t and now I’m glad I didn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t. I think I used the excuse that it was because I would have to post using the iPad and the one and only time I posted using the iPad was a formatting disaster and I guess the thought of a messy post pained me more than a post about shutting it all down. Or I’m just lazy.