I just got back from an unexpected long week in New York. I was supposed to go for just a few days for work but a storm blew in on Thursday and I had to stay an extra three days. It was the biggest storm and worst travel day of of the season in New York making it difficult to find an earlier flight or one that made sense. I’ve face delayed flights before but never a delay as long as the one this past week.
While I was not planning to stay and would have liked to go home, because it was so freakin’ freezing, I thought it was best to stay the extra days and because really there are worse places to be stuck. There was a lot of good that came out of the situation. I didn’t freak out or stress out. I can’t control a storm and just tried to make the best of it. I had kind and generous friends who entertained me at dinners, walks through the pristine white park, and a visit to the Met, made a home-cooked meal for me, and loaned me a pair of rain boots. That last thing was pretty important. There was slush all over the city and while my black leather boots hold up pretty well here on the West Coast they were no match for New York post-storm. I am so grateful for those navy blue rain boots with the horses on them and my friend of course. I also made a new friend and we had so much in common that it was kind of crazy but also comforting to know that I’m not alone in many respects.
So maybe the flight delay was a blessing in disguise and a lesson to be grateful that I have so many people both near and far who are thinking of me and hoping I get home safe and I did, which is reason enough to be grateful. And it’s so good to be home because I also learned that I am a California girl at heart who is a huge chicken when it comes to the cold.