A nice lady, I'll never forget her bright red jacket sat next to me. She cutely asked "From India?" I said "Yes." She said "where you headed?" I promptly said "ERIE", her reply, I'll never forget "Why would anyone want to go there? It is cold as hell". I didn't know what cold was, not the kind that this sweet lady was describing anyway. I spoke to her for a couple of more minutes only to to discover some of them were also going to the place I was headed for a marketing meeting of some sort and they were not happy about it.
The last leg of my trip, I don't know how long it took. It felt like eternity. In reality, it took me 35 minutes before touch down and boy! What a sight - rains, snow, people slipping (may be even falling). I was scared. I knew my husband lived here and survived, but I was still a little doubtful about myself.
Over the next few days, the jetlag cleared, I was more conscious, I made some food, I started exploring little parts of my own house. My roommate isn't exactly the "home" person. He used exactly those parts that he needed - Half of the bed, 7 hangers, the bathroom and the kitchen. I swear!
8 Months now feel very short and yet feet like a lifetime, all those trips to the Indian store feel like a long time ago, I feel like Erie was a dream and yet, when someone starts playing "Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift, I am transported to the snow clad city I lost my heart to!