Home’s a funny thing for me. My home’s in Denver, Colorado, thanks very much. It’s also in the middle of South Dakota, and maybe a little bit in Sioux Falls.

And it’s in New York. God, but I love this place.

Kate and I started dating awhile back, and for two years we did the long distance thing. Phone calls. Online MMO play-dates. And a trip back and forth from Denver to NYC (or vice versa) every three weeks or so. Frontier airlines declared bankruptcy the same weekend we got married. No joke.

Thing is, I haven’t been back since the wedding. 20 months (not counting 48 hours last holiday season, because I don’t).

This year, we’re taking more time. Family Christmas at the in-laws. A day or two in the city to see friends I haven’t seen in almost two years. In The City, which thrills me; GOD I miss that town. I had no idea how much until I emerged from the terminal last night and took a deep breath.

And coughed in the taxi fumes, but whatever. Shut up.

*happy dance*
*happy dance*

I fell in love with New York as I fell in love with Kate, is what I’m saying (which is good, as she will always and forever be a New York Girl). It, too, is my home, if it will have me.

Merry Christmas, happy fools.

I hope, today, you’re home too.

2 Replies to “Home”

  1. Merry Christmas, sir.

    Random fact: I had to fly Frontier right after they declared bankruptcy. Ahh, sweet uncertainty. We were taking my Dad’s ashes back to his home in Colorado.

    (Though, obviously, it didn’t interrupt anything, but there you go.)

    — c.
    .-= Chuck´s last blog ..A Terribleminds Christmas =-.

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