Escaping

No matter how great a vacation is, how many sights are seen, how many moments shared, there is always the end.

We are at that place now. Sitting in the Fort Lauderdale International Airport awaiting the only flight on JetBlue back to Hartford. It'll be a while.

Sometimes I wish I could shrinkle up my nose like Elizabeth Montgomery used to do, and instantly transport me and Mary, home, with all of our luggage, in an instant. In a shrinkle.

Most importantly, there is family at home waiting. There are welcome home hugs to give, and get. Grass to mow. Mail to get. Cats to scratch, and plants to water. Photos to share, and stories to tell. Then there is work. Always there is work.

I guess that is okay. Without work, there would not be vacations. Trips without the escape from work are just that, trips. Vacations are true escapes.

This past week we escaped, and no one found us.