On My Way

I’ve had this notion in my head for a couple of days now as going home has gotten closer and closer. I’m happy to go and see everyone. I’m looking forward to getting some sun and running in the heat. The thing is I’ve done this trip like 30 times in the last decade. I’m a little bored.

Here’s a thought, let’s say I’ve flown back and forth to Florida 40 times in my life at an average of 2000 miles each round trip. That’s 80000 miles if you feel mathematically challenged.
There will be dinners with my parents and my sister’s husband where (yeah!) I get to be the 5th wheel. I’ll meet a couple of old people that my parent’s know.My mom and me will have a serious conversation at one point that will be about one of two things.

a. unhappiness
or
b.how I need to get my own life together now that I’m old.

My dad and me will try to do one thing together and not have enough to talk about.
And then there are my friends, who I love, but who seem to be in a time warp or something. J is J of course but that’s getting old and his weirdness is taking a toll on me. R. is a fucking train wreck waiting to happen. If I’m lucky I’ll see B, and I don’t even call D or JG anymore. I haven’t seen anyone else from back in the day in years. I’d like to see some of those people, I’d like to know how their stories are working out. How did Morrisey say it? "Let me see all my old friends, let me put my arms around them, cause I really do love them, now does that sound bad?" Something like that.

Most of all I would like a surprise on this trip. Maybe it can be Puerto Rico with Brent. Maybe something else. I’m on my way…
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Now, I actually wrote this on the plane to Florida 8 days ago and I have since come and gone. Gone and come? There were no major surprises but things didn’t go exactly as I described above either. I invited my family to Thanksgiving in New York next year. they thought that was pretty funny.