Homecomings

I remember going to the airport to pick up my grandparents. It was exciting. To try to catch glimpses of them in the tiny airplane windows. And then… finally they would emerge and make that slow walk through the glass hall. And suddenly we were in their arms.

As I grew up and took occasional trips I had the joy of being that person off the plane. Finding my people at the other end. Being enveloped in arms.

I even went to meet a bunch of gaming friends many years ago. I only knew them from playing Everquest and World of Warcraft online for many… many. Ummmm. While lots of hours. My crew knew I was nervous and in a surprise they met me with signs and warmth and love.

Even in the last years of our dying marriage DH always took me and picked me up from the airport.

Today no one is And I didn’t know it would bother me… but it does. Almost makes coming home feel empty. One of my housemates had offered to take and pick me up but I didn’t want to bother her. Truely. I mean… big deal. I can simply park and ride. So I did. And now I come home to no hugs. No arms. No warmth Even in this age when the arms would have to greet me after baggage pick up… there will be me, myself and I. Riding to the car.

Guess this is just another thing to get used to. Another new normal.

Edit: wow hit me harder than I could have predicted. I cried the entire last hour of the flight. Sheesh woman. Get off the plane and in with your life!