And I must admit, I’m having a hard time leaving this Texas sky:
And this beautiful sun shiny February day:
But mostly it’s hard to leave these two, the bestest of friends and their total, unconditional love and support:
It makes me sad, being so far away from the people who feel like family. Where I am called “Gigi” and treated like an auntie by two little boys who make my heart melt with their little voices when they call my name.
“Gigi, come here!”
“Gigi, look at this!”
“Gigi, just read the directions.” (when I asked how to play a game)
“Gigi, tell me that story again.”
It also makes me deeply appreciate the friendships I have from east to west. “My girls” and “my boys” — all of them, scattered throughout this world. I just want to pick them all up and stuff them in my suitcase.
I know, not very practical.
But somewhere in my heart I hang on to this fantastical dream that someday all of the people I love will somehow migrate to one place, where we can meet up at Starbucks, sit by the pool, sip margaritas, and watch the Super Bowl together.
I suppose that’s a state called “Florida” and a condition called “retirement” but alas…..
Until then I will sit in airports in between visits with the people I love. Friends and family both. Coworkers and college roomies. Nieces and nephews alike.
There’s soothing comfort in people knowing your name.
And there’s something very blissful about being called Gigi.
Even if it’s just for a weekend.