Home Again

I am back in Maine.  My son and grandson drove me to the airport early Saturday morning.  Kenneth was sound asleep in his car seat when I looked at him one last time.  I didn't want to leave.  My son had said from the beginning that I could change my ticket and stay longer, and I had packed everything I would need to stay at least ten days.  There has been no word on my lost luggage, so it made sense to stick to the original schedule - not that I think it would have been any easier to leave days later.  Maybe people thought my red eyes indicated I had a bad cold.  I do feel badly about not being able to talk to the nice man who sat next to me on the first leg of the trip.  He tried to make conversation and  I could only manage one word answers before I needed to turn back to the window.  I knew this would be hard.  I didn't know how gut-wrenching it would feel to leave, to be so far away....

There were flight delays up and down the East Coast throughout the day due to bad weather, but I had only an hour delay in departing Charlotte, North Carolina.  We were told just before landing in Portland, Maine that it would be an instrument landing and once outside I could see why.  There was the thickest fog I have seen in years.  It wasn't an easy drive, but Ken did a good job getting us home safely.

I'm home, but I left my heart in San Francisco....