SFO-JFK

I am on yet another flight back East. Seems these days I am always on a flight back back East. I am on my way back to where it all happened. In fact, for the first time, I will be driving exactly where it happened. Not sure how that will be. I am nervous, nauseous, and not looking forward to driving there. Yet it is one of the roadblocks I must face and conquer.

This time, I am on my way back for a “sisters weekend” in our parents Westhampton Beach home. The house is currently under contract, and should close soon. This is the first weekend that we are all able to come together at their house for one last time. One last “party” at our parents’ house. Back in high school, we had some of the best parties. Our parents went away often, leaving us in the charge of my oldest sister. Since she was the oldest, they felt that made her the most responsible. Ha! The parties were amazing though. Inevitably, the police would show up and end the party. We were allowed to pick 10 people to stay and the rest had to leave. We piled as many people in the garage as we could fit to hide while the cops were there, while others were rolling the kegs down the hill we had in our backyard. Remember, we were supposedly being monitored by my oldest sister. What is so funny about that, is that some of the times she wasn’t even there. This was her opportunity to head into NYC to go to whatever the most popular club was at the moment. She was a senior in high school after all. In the end we all got what we wanted out of a weekend without the “rents”. Somehow, we managed to keep these weekends a secret from the rents. Years later, we fessed up to what we were actually up to. And wouldn’t you know it; they KNEW!! Our neighbors told them every time. How stupid were we. Lol. I do have some great memories though.

This weekend we will have our own party. There will be no need for the police to shut it down. Unless, of course, we get into one of our sisterly fights. Because when you put four girls a each year apart together for a length of time, fights do happen. I don’t know the next time that we will all be together either. That is the part that scares me the most. We are all we have left. And we all live in different places. We all have our families, busy lives, and all the excuses that come with that. We also won’t have one place to all convene. But most of all, we don’t have the ‘rents to get us all, or at least 3 out of 4 together anymore. It is now left to us to make this happen. Maybe we can start a tradition that once a year the four of us travel to some exotic location and experience new adventures together. I will continue to come back to the Hamptons every year as my in laws live there too. But it won’t be the same. It will never be the same anymore. My life isn’t the same. I am not the same person I was.

In just two weeks I get to go on my own adventure. I am as excited as I have ever been. I am also as frightened as I have ever been about embarking on this type of travel. May it be the start of the many adventures I plan on taking moving forward. Because that is what this is. A chance to move forward.