It was a short trip. In order to devote as much time as possible to my immediate family, my parents hosted an "open house" of sorts, so I could still connect with relatives and some close friends, some of whom I hadn't seen in years. Such a nice night! I love, love, love the people in my life. I am reminded of that every time I'm surrounded by them.
It goes without saying that I developed a
During the weekend trip, my family spent an afternoon at Seaport Village, did our annual gift exchange (and included S via FaceTime), had a slumber party at my sister and BIL's house, watched home videos, and embarked on a failed picnic (which was fun anyway).
Leaving doesn't get any easier. When I moved to NYC after college, my parents drove me to the airport to catch my red eye flight. As I inched my way to the front of the line at the security check point, I looked back at them and waved, probably two or three times. Once I got through security, I turned around one more time, and they were waving and blowing kisses to me. I felt a pit in my stomach as I waved one last time before I walked to my gate and left them behind in San Diego. It was an exciting time, but there was a tinge of sadness to have to leave them.
I still get a hint of that feeling every time I have to say farewell. Despite that, these trips are always so fulfilling. And next year it will be so nice for S come with me so the whole family can be together!