I just entered the Oakland Airport and as I went through security the agent said "New York or New Jersey."
Really, is it that obvious?
Yeah, I guess so. I left New York in 1991, just about 20 years ago and it's still there. I am a New Yorker. In fact, it's the first phrase of my bio. I was going to remove it, but there was something that made me keep it. As I removed my shoes and placed my unpacked belongings on the conveyor belt another agent said something about Long Island. "My people," I responded.
My people.
In fact during the weekend as I made my plans to travel back to NY for 2 and a half weeks I definitely said the word "home" at least twice. That shit just falls out. Instinct.
Well, I cleared my schedule and prepared for an extended NY stay. I packed my external hard drive to do a little computer cleaning, as well as interview both of my parents. I will also dedicate some quality time to my solo piece.
However the next two days will be about family. The funeral of Grandma tomorrow and sitting shiva for the two days that follow. I have not been back for this long of a stay since I moved down to Atlanta. So, this will be interesting. I'm sure there will be arguments, fights, even. But let's hope there is not a second funeral.
We New Yorkers can get rather violent. *smirk*
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