You know how you feel when you buy tickets to a concert or play you really want to see? You think about it every single day from the minute you purchase your tickets until the night of the big show. Well, that’s exactly how I felt when I bought my plane tickets to go back to the United States for Christmas and New Year’s. The closer I got to December 22, the more and more I started thinking about seeing all of my friends and family who I hadn’t seen since last New Year’s. I hadn’t even seen my mom since the same time last year! It’s not easy getting to see all of the people I love in the US for only a few days a year. What’s worse is I don’t even get to visit all the people I’d like to see because of how short my stay has to be (I’m sorry). Anyhow, the first leg of my trip was spent in New York. Airport delay #1: I spent a few hours in Lisbon, Portugal waiting for some fog to clear (fun). Once in NY, I spent most of my 10 days with my dad in Long Beach and with my friends on Long Island and in the City (if you’re from “the Island” you simply refer to New York City as “the City”). Much of my Long Beach time was spent packing boxes and sifting through childhood memories in an attempt to help my dad move house. You see, after getting married, raising three really great kids, and spending the past 25+ years at 109 Coolidge Avenue, my father has finally sold the house and decided to move in with his mom in Great Neck now that my mom, my sisters, and I have all moved out. It was an awfully big house for just one person. It was really sad and I found it incredibly difficult throwing out the books I’d read when I was seven and the stuffed animals I’d slept with when I was twenty, uh, I mean two (Freddy the Teddy!). Memories…











