20 hours.....

before heading south....altho i've lived there over 3 years, nothing except my daughter and son-in-law are tugging at me to return....not even my fabric stash is calling me...LOL!   leaving behind my cherished family members....not before taking a selfie with my mom...

 and my beloved cold atlantic....truly believe there is salt water coursing thru all my vessels...

sandy beaches (header photo), plus all the traditions collected my entire life so far--70 years' worth come the 27th.   southern life is ok, even good, but my roots are shallow there.  i'm still a driving wimp there, tolerate the lack of fresh seafood, feel out of the loop of family doings and almost never recognize anyone in the obits.  very occasionally i have a pity party of one, sitting in my apartment mired in lamentations until cher's immortal words of "snap out of it" jolt me back to a glass half full and often to the brim.  tomorrow's parting will be tough like always but will mostly evaporate by new york and the anticipation of reuniting with the southern branch of family...