I’m supposed to be home right now. Instead, I’m still in New York City.
We spent yesterday morning–what we thought was our last morning in New York–walking down to Battery Park, around the Financial District, over the Brooklyn Bridge. As we walked, we talked about how the city skyline had changed, 9/11, and the hoards of people who walked home to Brooklyn over the bridge that day.
We made our way to the 9/11 memorial, found the forever tree, ran our fingers over the survivors’ names carved in stone. I was holding myself together, until I spied a single white rose tucked into a victim’s carved name. But before I completely lost it, my phone jarred me out of my reverie. It was Delta: your flight’s canceled, you can’t go home.
I was surprisingly shaken by the news. Sure, I wanted to see my kids that night, but that didn’t explain the awful feeling that washed over me. Then Will reminded me: the last time Delta changed my flight, it was on 9/11: your NYC-bound plane can’t land, you’re going back to Europe, you can’t go home.
Once I figured out why it bothered me so, I could relax (thanking the Lord above that this was a mundane delay). We made plans for the kids. We called the hotel we’d just checked out of, and re-booked another night.
I can’t wait to tell you all about the trip, but first I have to get home. In the meantime, here are a few snaps from our trip. (I’ve been instagramming it here.)
Morning in Greenwich Village
The Penguin Bookmobile at Book Expo America
The conference’s target audience
The Strand Bookstore
The New York Public Library
Stumptown Coffee, with more books than beans and card catalog-themed storage
Searching for Kathleen Kelly
Can’t wait to tell you more!