Feeling Lucky

I started this post right after I got back from Los Angeles, and only now do I have the time to finish it, such has been the state of my Trinabags making frenzy. But though slightly delayed, the sentiment is fully the same:)

I am severely jet lagged, I can't really hear out of one ear at the moment because airline travel and colds don't mix, and the rapid change in climate from east coast to west and back again has caused my eczema to rear its ugly head and take my right hand hostage. But to tell you the truth, I couldn't feel better. I just spent 5 days in Los Angeles with people who love me and I love them. These people are more commonly referred to as my family and include my Momma, sisters Haley and Corrie, and Haley's boyfriend Thomas.

The trip itself was a ton of fun; cut to scenes of my family and I on horseback, leisurely trotting along the hillsides and ravines of Griffith Park, the hazy LA sun high in the sky, and the city landscape sprawling out between the hills and valleys before us; cut from scenes of the park to Haley's kitchen and living room, where the scents of a meat eater's and vegetarian's dream thanksgiving meal cooked by a real CIA trained chef, waft between the good vibes of a happy family, completely content to share in the happiness that is being in the same room; cut again, to me being able to hug my mom and laugh with my sisters in real time without delays of telephones and inhuman instant messaging; and cut finally, to our bittersweet and somewhat tearful goodbyes as we all head toward our own 757 coach class flights, sad to be leaving one another, and yet so glad we had this time together.

Though I am not a particularly big fan of the American food-centric, stuff yourself until you feel as though you may burst, Thanksgiving concept, when it brings me to my family, and it makes me as happy as I am to have a family it hurts my heart to leave, I think I can tolerate a little bit of gorging. For how blessed I am, I have few words. Words could hardly do justice to this feeling in my chest, of a heart beating because it knows love, and for that, I could not wish or dream for a more complete life.