Happy Thanksgiving!

For the number of times I have flown between JFK and Buffalo, this time feels different. I haven’t been back to Buffalo since I moved away after a few short months of living there. It’s been about 9 or 10 monthes and my trip back felt eerily familiar and somehow new. I guess I always associated Buffalo with home and stepping out the plane at the airport felt like the first step through the door. This time though it felt like seeing an old girlfriend, strangly reminiscent but things had changed- I had moved on. Don’t get me wrong, my parents’ house will always feel like home, though Buffalo and I have parted ways. This has been the longest I’ve gone without visiting upstate. Sure, 9 monthes isn’t that long in the big picture, but it is a significant amount of time away from a place that I previously saw ever 3 to 6 months. I know, I know, it’s sappy…