Monday morning at Logan airport, we stepped off a bumpy red eye flight into the blistering cold. We’d had a great weekend in LA– one that went by entirely too quickly and almost without incident.
It was a quick four days of relaxing in our old neighborhood, connecting with our west coast people, and eating the stuff we miss so very much back east. We brought Cakes along, too, since he travels well and we knew he’d like to run around in some sunshine for a few days. I’m so glad we did.
Who knows when we will get out west again, but it certainly won’t be before our wedding in a few months. While it made me nostalgic and sad, I also returned feeling energized and happy.
California isn’t going anywhere. And our people are always just a plane ride away.