Early this morning, before day break, I whisked my family from the hotel and piled them in the black of a sleek black lincoln town car. Our driver, Tony, carted us through the newly opened Lincoln tunnel into freedom which is also known as New Jersey. Our weekend in New York grew to a week and while there were wonderful times and great experiences, boarding the plane that would carry us home was a welcome event.
I hope that in the coming days we will only remember the good parts, the parts before our lives became a constant cycle of trying to break out, to break free from the storm ravaged states by which we were surrounded.
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