Reuniting with my big sister never seems to be an easy jaunt. Whether she’s traveling to North Carolina or I’m visiting her in D.C., one of us must journey almost 500 miles to get to the other.
But despite distance and tight budgets, we’re good about making it happen.
Since we were little girls sharing a room or high schoolers talking about prom dresses or adults chatting about our kids, we never like being apart for too long. Unlike a lot of long-distance family members who may see one another a few times year or only on holidays, my sis and I make sure we’re together as often as possible.
Her family recently moved from Old Town Alexandria to Great Falls, Virginia. I visited them this past weekend to see their new house and help do a little unpacking.
Trips to the D.C. area have always been fun and full of memories, but the traveling part is typically a blip on the radar. The destination is usually my focus, but with this last trip, the traveling itself became a peaceful, reflective adventure.
I’ve had the victims of Hurricanes Harvey and Irma heavy on my heart lately and have been watching the news coverage and reading tweets about people losing their homes, their belongings and their loved ones.
Last Wednesday evening, I received a text from Allegiant Air that my Thursday flight had been delayed. With thousands of people trying to evacuate Florida and the city being essentially out of gas, the airports were flooded with wayward Floridians fleeing north to dry land.
I continued receiving delayed flight alerts, but instead of getting frustrated like I normally do when travel plans go awry, I felt empathy and sadness for those in the path of the Irma’s ferocious winds and water.
I was already at the airport when I got the final alert, so I decided to roll with it and take advantage of the two extra hours. I relaxed at the airport restaurant, drank a beer, ordered a chicken gyro and worked.
When we boarded the plane, I sat down next to a…