Counting Airplanes

“I was trampled to death by a man who believed his luggage would be the first piece off. If he were an experienced traveler, he would know that the first piece of luggage belongs to no one. It’s just a dummy suitcase to give everyone hope.”

~ Erma Bombeck

 

Well it is official…my vacation has begun. I have said goodbye to my breezy Hudson River/Central Park runs and trading them for 100˚ at 5am-Texas-backstreet runs. My expired metro-subway card is being replaced by a set of car keys, and the rush and hustle of NYC is fading away into the quiet, much more relaxed, slow paced South. I couldn’t be more excited.

 

 When I got my official dates for Annie I immediately looked into booking a trip home. Once Annie begins in mid-August, I will be in rehearsals/previews/shows 6 days a week, so this will be my last venture home a least thru the beginning of next year. And since it is pretty quiet in the city at the moment, I decided to take full advantage of the down time. 

 

 As my travel luck would have it, I got stranded in Baltimore for about 2 hours with a very angry 3-pound Yorkie.

And somehow I booked myself on a 2 stop trip as opposed to the one stop changeover. My fault I know…but who would have thought it would take 3 airports to get me from NYC to HOU? Luckily I was in no real hurry…yes, I was in a hurry to get to my parent’s home and their central AC…but I have no pressing matters to tend to today.

 

 See how mature I am at picking my battles?

 

 With that being said, I was just ready to be in the comfort of my Texas home. The familiar, the easy, and the relaxed. A break from the 4 block walk to get groceries, laundry that has to be done between the hours of too late-too early, really warm subway cars during the summer months and where I can smile at a stranger and not be looked at as if I have 2 heads. 

 

 It is the little things. 

 

 Happy Wednesday!

 

 

 

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