First off, I wanna give shouts out to my mom and dad. As cliche as it may sound, I’m so serious about how much they have done for me. When I’m rich and famous I’ll buy y’all somethin’ real nice.
I got back to Texas this evening after a loooong day spent at the airport yesterday. “Four airports, four states, for-ever” is the slogan my boyfriend came up with to commemorate our adventure, so to speak. The perks of my dad working for United may or may not outweigh the struggle that goes in to flying standby. Yesterday was by far the worst I’ve had it, but that’s where my super-rents came in. I’ve been extremely homesick and really looking forward to coming home and seeing my family (and my dog). But when those reunions were pushed back even further it was just about the last straw and I broke down at the Newark Liberty airport. I called my mom and she and my dad hooked it up so I knew, guaranteed, when I would be home. And boy am I happy to be home.
This summer took a toll on me, to say the least. I’ll be honest here because what the hell, right? I never actually wanted to quit and come home because I knew that my “hard times” would come to an end alongside summer. Despite that reassurance I was still lost and lonely in this huge and extremely crowded city. That seems like somewhat of an oxymoron but it’s so common in a lot of the essays that I read in “Goodbye to All That” a good read if you love or even if you hate New York City. The crowds and the impersonal feel sort of make people fall out of love with the city along with all of their dreams they think will come true there. I don’t regret spending my summer in New York, it’s one of the best things that I’ve ever done for myself. I do think that I’ve had my fair share of the Big Apple for the time being. I’m happy to be back in Texas and the wide open spaces (cue that Dixie Chicks song).
Thanks for following my journey throughout the summer and I hope that you’ll stick around for more exciting things and places to come.