Just a short post to say we made it home from NYC despite Hurricane Irene. Our flights got cancelled, and we had to fly out of Columbus, OH, or wait until Tuesday to fly home. No….Columbus is not close to NYC. It’s a 10-hour drive. We rented one of the last cars available out at the airport (got one quote for almost $600 for a 2-day rental even though we only needed the car for 1 day….) and left the city at 3:30 a.m. to make it to Columbus by 3 p.m. (Julian and I should have flown out of NYC at 3:30 p.m. My husband should have left at 8:30 a.m.) My husband flew out on a different airline an hour later. We arrived in San Francisco via Chicago at exactly the same time we should have arrived had we flown out of JFK…except my husband got delayed two hours. That meant Julian and I got to hang around SFO for three hours.
Anyway, we got home with seven days before Julian had to turn around and go back to NYC–which is why we did not want to stay in NY until Tuesday. (He would have had just a few days at home.
Julian has spent his time at doctor’s offices, at the school, seeing friends, packing, and reading and doing a project for a class at PPAS. He did also take one ballet class at City Ballet (where he saw a guy he took class with at Steps in NYC…go figure).
We managed to get him to the allergist and the doctor. He is healthy again and the allergist did testing. He seems to have mild allergies to many foods but not none that will cause him major problems other than those we already knew about (nuts) with the exception of watermelon. Really? His hives and rash, however, were likely due to an allergy to penicillin, which he’s had numerous times in his life.
Unfortunately, today I’m away from home teaching at a writing retreat. I’ll be home tomorrow by noon, and I’m hoping Julian won’t go out to see friends until later in the day. I’m so upset that I had to be away on his last two days at home….really….but I had committed and I’m teaching more than any of the other teachers at the retreat.
He’s out running around. He’ll be out with friends tonight and then tomorrow one last romp to a BBYO meeting with his buds at the Jewish youth group. Then…on a plane with Dad to NYC and SAB.
No…I am not taking him. He opted to ask his father, who he said never get’s to do these types of “fun” things with him. I, personally, think I might have been the better choice to get him all organized, etc., but I also would have slobbered all over him when I left…and I think maybe he wanted to avoid that. It’s okay at the airport with no ballet boys watching, you know? It’s embarrassing in front of your new roommates.
How am I doing? I’m not thinking about my baby boy leaving (well, I am right now as I write….and I’m tearing up and can’t write). Like Scarlett O’Hara, I keep telling myself, “I”ll think about it tomorrow.” I definitely can’t think about it right now; tears are smearing my makeup and I have to go teach again. I will be very sad when I do think about it. It took me six months to get over my daughter leaving, and she was “supposed” to leave. She was 18 and off to college. This feels different. He’s too young. He is supposed to be home for another year.
Yet, I know this is the right move for him. Or I’m trusting that it is.
I’ll miss him. He’s good company (when he isn’t an ornery teenager). And I surely have spent a lot of time in his company.
Okay…that’s it for now. Gotta go blow my nose and fix my make up. More on Sunday or Monday after he’s gone.
To all the other moms sending their ballet boys off for winter term at SAB or some other ballet school, I feel you…big time.