Well, we're not looking too bad after barely three hours sleep (at best) last night - they don't call that flight the red-eye for nothing. It's good to be at Grandma and Grandpa's, and oh my, it'll be good to sleep in a proper bed tonight.
At Albany Airport...how many months ago was it? Ah, only yesterday...a security officer, noticing our British passports, asked if we were going home.
"Yes!" I replied brightly.
"Vacation?" she asked.
"Yeah..."
"How did you like Albany?"
"Oh! No, we haven't been on vacation. We live in Albany - but we're going home for a vacation..."
As ever, now that we're in England, Albany and everything about our American life seems like something we dreamt up.
Comjng home for a holiday must feel strange A bit like being in the forces and going on leave
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