when home is home
We’re back home, you know. We have been for a week, actually, but it’s been all work, long hours, and deadlines since. The re-entry was hard and for some reason so was the jetlag even though we rarely seem to get affected by it. I still have a more photos to post, but LA seems like a far away dream now.
The girls were really sad on our last day. Mia cried at the airport and Claudine declared that she was going to move to LA right away to live with my cousin (the girls are all about my cousins when they’re with them. I might as well not exist). She informed us that she was only returning to Brooklyn to pack up her things. While we were at the airport waiting to board, she kept saying “I can’t WAIT to move to LA! I’m really going to do it, you know”. And when the plane took off on the runway and we saw the coastline and the city out the window down below, she waved, blew a noisy kiss, and threw out a quick “air hug” in that little voice of hers while gesturing with her arms like she was hugging an imaginary globe. “I’ll see you soon, I really mean it”. The she turned up to me and quietly said “I really do mean it”.
Her determination to move to LA right away softened a bit as the days wore on, but not necessarily because she realized she was going to miss us so much. “You can come visit me”, she’d say without an ounce of regret in her decision. But soon it became, “I’ll move there when I’m 10″, and later it became “I’m just going to go for 3 days”. Once home, I think she realized that she’d miss her life here.
The girls talk a lot about where they’re going to live when they grow up. Mia has always wanted to live in Hawaii and that hasn’t wavered much in years. Claudine used to want to live wherever we lived, but recently she’s had a change of heart and wants to live in Hawaii too, though LA is now in the running because “everything is nicer over there”.
These girls. Already so quick to leave me.
