Leaving NYC And A Huge Piece Of My Heart Behind

Today was leaving day, and any time I have to end a vacation, I am left feeling a little melancholy that I have to go home. Today was tougher than usual, because not only did I drive away from that wonderful city, I drove away from a huge piece of my heart. I hugged Kira goodbye and offered to take her with us, but she adamantly refused. I also offered to stay and move in with her, and she gave me the immediate side eye and shook her head vehemently. Pretty sure she doesn’t have time in her daily life to look after a mother who can’t even understand avenues and streets. The night before, my own mother encouraged me to spend some time with Kira by myself after her event ended, so when she texted that she was on her way to the hotel, I decided to meet her halfway so that she would not have that long walk from the subway. I left the hotel, and started walking up the street, not having a clue where I was going, and foolishly thinking I would just “run into her” along the way. Yeah, that doesn’t happen there. She texted when she got off the subway to ask where I was, and I told her I was walking towards her and would meet her at the station. She said “the 6?” I said “sure, where is that?”She immediately called to ask where I was since I was apparently waking aimlessly about in the Upper East Side. I told her that I was on 2nd and 93rd, and she said “okay, just keep walking up the AVENUE. So, I kept walking. She called again and asked where I was, and I said “I am on “3rd and 93rd.” I could immediately tell by the instant agitation in her voice that this was NOT the answer she wanted to here. She meant for me to stay on 2nd Avenue and just keep walking up it, passing STREETS along the way. Toddler Tammy was then told to just stop walking and she would come to me. After she found me, the next few minutes were spent on the corner of 3rd and 93rd, with her trying to explain the difference between avenues and streets. I am glad there weren’t many people around, or they may have offered to assist Kira with getting her feeble minded mother back to the “home.”

I still can’t figure out why she wouldn’t jump at the chance for me to just stay with her in New York.

Yesterday morning before we left, I took a couple of photos before we left a cute coffee shop around the corner from her apartment, and we headed out. This building is an African American Center, and you can see Fall in that lovely tree. A perfect last site for us as we departed.

The photos have to stay small because I left my laptop in the car, and there is just so much I can do in a blog using my phone. We are leaving this morning to head home. I will post one last time after we get to Sweet Home Alabama.