a finale

and what would a proper homecoming be without a 24-hour debacle in the newark airport? absolutely inadequate, no? 

oh u. s. of a., how you made me feel right at home by canceling my flight from newark to minneapolis without announcing it or displaying it on the departure board. you knew i wanted to spend my five hour layover getting hopelessly excited, only to dash my dreams on the rocks of the hideous new jersey turnpike. lord how i loathed the pitying looks in the continental customer service line as i tried to pull it together, after finding out i'd be staying the long and jet-lagged night. and then you had the gall to wave new york's glittery skyline in my face as i was shuttled to my hotel just 30 short short minutes away. oh happy homecoming. oh sweet loyal nation that i sometimes regret to call home.

you're just lucky my sister was waiting at the airport with a great big smile when i arrived. you're lucky i am happy--whatever the time--to see my family's faces, all in a row, under the fading summer globe in the garden blooming big with pink and green. and then inside, with a coffee pot full to the brim and an expertly executed torte (thanks abby) for a final ringing note. it is good to sleep in my bed knowing others are nearby. i like waking up to a little slowness and comfort and a summer that i recognize. it's time for a change, and it is good to be home. 

(though i hope spain will call again)