That whooshing sound you hear
I took T and T2 to the airport this morning for their flight to Croatia and in many ways it was deja vu. Since I met Tatjana she is always not going anywhere and always going somewhere. Case in point, she decided to go on this trip almost a year ago, but as it drew close to 24 hours before going, she begins to regret making the decision and when her call comes from the airport, it with promises that she is never going on a trip solo again. (“La La La,” I think to myself having witnessed this scenario now way too many times to count.)
Tin, on the other hand, doesn’t know what is going on, but won’t be that much worried about it, if he gets his way. And he most likely will get his way since he has a way of making those things happen by simply being a toddler.
As I watched them go through security this morning, the TSA agent asked me where Tin is from and I said, “Gary, Indiana” – she said, “He looks Haitian” – and I said a lot of people say that but he is American, and he is now a New Orleanian. She asked where they were going and I said Croatia and then she asked me if that is in Africa. “Might as well be,” I told her.
T1 and T2 stopped to blow kisses and then were on their way down the terminal.
And me – home to battle the elements and let out a big deep breath – whooooooooooooooooooosh.
December 14th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
Must have been hard. Even if you can use the break to good advantage.