The ache for home lives in all of us. – Maya Angelou
It was an easy flight from Chicago to Detroit.
Our departure was delayed, but the extra time was well spend in the Delta lounge with a Chicago dog and a glass of wine, while I worked on blog posts. MAO was also working on his laptop while watching the final round of this week’s PGA tournament.
Alex picked us up in Detroit and drove us across the border to his place for a home-cooked meal. We were reunited with Coco, our Toyota Crown Signia, and happy to be with family.
We checked into our upgraded room, which had lots of windows and beautiful views. Also included with the upgrade room: the loud beats from the Memorial Day festival in Detroit, which went on until midnight on both Sunday and Monday night. Sigh.
On Monday morning, we drove out to Essex to visit with SinJa. It is always challenging to see her. I do wonder whether my visits are beneficial to her, as she becomes quite anxious when we leave. She often cries quite a bit while we are there as well, and I never really feel great after seeing her.
Such an injustice that her healthy existence was cut short by such a violent act.
In the evening, we gathered for a delicious Iraqi feast and watched a period of the NHL playoffs in our hotel room. It was nice to simply hang out together.
Grateful to be back on this side of the border, to share time with family, and to be one step closer to fully unpacking. And grateful to Alex for the photo he took of us looking out the window.
