There may be no place like home, but having family visit me makes a far-off land seem a lot less foreign. I picked up my sister Katie from the airport bright and early today. Though she arrived on a Saturday, she actually departed Syracuse, New York last Tuesday. The poor thing missed her layover in Chicago and had to spend the night at a friend of a friend’s before flying on to LA.
Rather than waste a day recuperating, Kate was game to make the seven-hour car ride up north to the sleepy surf camp I’d signed us up for, which was mysteriously located at “Secret Spot X.” The exact locale wasn’t revealed to us until one of the owners called our cell later that day with specific directions. Once there, we watched the sunset over the ocean and caught up just like old times. Though we haven’t seen each other for almost six months, it felt like we’d never been apart. Having her here makes me really happy.