Goodbye Maryland, Hello Manhattan.

Goodbyes are never fun. The hugging, the last looks, the waving furiously, the final turn before loved ones are gone from sight...

I do not hate many things, but I hate goodbyes. I think it is especially hard to say goodbye when you don't know when the next "hello" will be. Here's hoping it's sooner rather than later.

This Monday morning finds me back in Manhattan. I am missing Little Sister, missing Desmond, missing four oh-so-funny brothers, and missing Mom and Dad. I think I am much too old to be homesick, but this morning- sitting in my office cubicle two days before the new year- my heart tells me otherwise.

Video from Little Sister and Littlest Brother