The moment that we landed in Boston last night was one of the big highlights of the trip. Our three and half week adventure was an amazing one, but Dorothy got it right when she said “there’s no place like home”. After our journey through England, Israel then Greece, the sights of Boston make me so happy. A part of me thinks it’s because flying was a total disaster and all I wanted to do was to get off the plane. The other part of me really missed Boston and everything I have here. 
After a long, long day, I have already been up for 12 hours because of jet lag, I am slowly adjusting to real life again. I jumped right back into my routine and went to the gym, saw my trainer, played tennis for an hour and started organizing my closet. Maybe it’s because I’m running out of room in my closet, maybe it’s because I realized you can live on very little clothes thanks to our carry-on only or maybe it’s because my wardrobe is going to have to change drastically thanks to student teaching, but I need to organize it now. Otherwise, I don’t think it will ever happen.
We are going to see both my older sisters and their kids later today. It’s hard to express how much I missed all my nieces and nephews while we were gone. We would FaceTime with them and my 11 month-old niece looked exceptionally confused as to how we got into the box that talks to her. It will be really nice to see them in person and get to give them hugs and pick them up. I guess that old saying “distance makes the heart grow fonder” is really true.
Looking back on our adventure, I am so happy and feel so fortunate I was able to get away with just my parents for that long. We realized at one point throughout our adventure this was the first time it was just the three of us on a trip somewhere. Whenever we would to a different country or state, one of my sisters or both of them usually joined us. I love those getaways because getting that time with my family is priceless, but there is something really nice about having my parents to myself. It hasn’t really been that way since high school when both my sisters were living in Boston with kids and we were still in New York.
While I sit on my bed looking around my room, I am reminded of how happy I am to be home. I love traveling, but like we all said this morning over breakfast, the best part about vacation is coming home. It is going to be a whirlwind few days since I need to start figuring out what I want to bring with me to the Cape for the summer, but once I get there I am finally going to fall into my routine and I can’t wait for that.
Find me at:
No Comments