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Homeward Bound

Friday, we leave for NJ.  My sister is getting married.  For a while I thought we wouldn't make it to the wedding.  She got engaged in December only weeks after our last trip back.  Trips home cost a small fortune and with so little time to save, I figured it would be on a wing and a prayer.  Somehow, it worked out. Somehow we found the money.  This will be the most expensive trip yet.  It's peak season and the airline tickets alone cost $4000. We don't want to stay with my mother (staying with family is for such long visits is suffocating for everyone involved) so the hotel is costing another $3000.  After the car rental, food expenses, the maid of honor dress I'll have to buy for the wedding and spending money, it will probably exceed $10,000.  It's staggering and a real hardship for us (one that no-one in my family could ever appreciate), but it is what it is and missing the wedding was just not an option.
This will also be our shortest trip yet.  We'll be there for 2 1/2 weeks. My husband offered 3 weeks, but every time we go for an extended trip, I'm ready to go after a couple of weeks and thought I'd rather leave sad to go than wanting to.  If that makes any sense.  For those who know me, I know it does.  I just hope I made the right choice.  It's funny, just writing about it makes me want a cigarette.  It's the first time in months that it has crossed my mind, but trips home have that effect on me.
I'm glad I'll make it to see my sister get married.  I really like the man she's marrying.  I've never liked anyone she's been with, but this one I really like.  When I'm around him I feel like I've known him forever.  he just fits right in and it's lovely.  My sister has been through a lot and I am so happy she has finally found the right person to settle down with and finally start the family she has always wanted.

Comments

Aniela said…
Think of you three often chicky!!! Hope you have a safe trip home. Glad you are back to writing :) xxx
Erren said…
Hi! I'm so sorry I haven't been in touch my friend. I think of you often as well & I'll try to call soon. I hope all is well with you and your family! xxx

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