After 7 days away from home, my freshly squeezed(looking at you @laughmom) butt is finally home. After 3.5 days of madness that was BlogHer 2010, we spent the next 3.5 days with my real family in New York. Sorry, I have no pictures at this time because I left my phone behind when we left for the airport. Thankfully, my cousin already put it in the mail and I should have it in a couple days.
During my time in my favorite city on Earth, I was part of the husband party. It was mainly myself, Mister Britt, and Mister Mommy Wants Vodka(the Daver), with occasional appearances from Mister Melee and others. We did some fun unplanned stuff. We took strolls around the city, found cool bars to share lunch and beers in, took in the art at MoMA, and even acted as the guys group at most of the parties.
I cannot even to begin listing all the awesome people I met at all the awesome events I was lucky enough to go to. What I did witness though was an amazing community of support, friendship, and love. There was mass amounts of hugging and squeeing like I’ve never before seen. It was impressive and inspiring all at the same time. Although I don’t think I could ever truly be in the club due to my Y chromosome, I am quite happy just to be in the presence. It rubs off on you, sometimes it even rubs up on you.
I had an amazingly great time. I shared drinks and laughs and smiles and hugs with people I’ve never met in person before but spoken to often. It was so great that I cannot wait to do it all over again. Hell, I even danced at one of the parties. Not that I really had a choice, but I pushed through it and let go a little bit. Trust me when I say a little bit is a LOT for this guy too.
I hope to attend the big event next year as well. I made some real friends on this trip. I am walking away with real friends and an extended network of people I enjoy talking too and just hanging out with. This is what I am taking away from the conference and for me, that makes it a perfect adventure.
The last half of my trip included time spent in the house I feel like I grew up in. It was my mother’s childhood home, my grandmother’s home, and now it is my aunts and uncle’s home. I spent most of my life in this house even though it was never a residence. It was where my aunt raised me and my sister until we were of school age. It was where my family gathered most every weekend for swimming and cookouts. It was home away from home. I strolled into the basement and saw things myself and the other cousins put there 30 years ago. Memories of my childhood were right there and they could be touched. The house is much smaller than I remember, but I was half the size. The memories of summer were intense, the smells were the same, the breeze was exact, the sounds….everything.
The highlight of the entire trip came from my aunt. About 25 years ago my aunt suffered her second stroke. This stroke changed her life forever. It left lasting brain damage that took her ability to walk, communicate fluently, and the use of her right arm. Fast forward to 2 days ago along with some new and improved therapy, and I saw my aunt walk under her own power down a hallway I used to run down. The only assistance she needed was the banister. I stood in awe as she did it over and over again, 5 times to be exact. After one of the trips down the now shorter to me hallway, I gave her a big hug. I had tears in my eyes as I realized it was the first hug I had given her in 25 years when she wasn’t sitting down. I was just so proud of her and I made sure she knew it.
Tomorrow my babies come home from their vacation trip to grandma’s house. I miss them so much. Over the weekend we’ll go to another conference. This time it’s for Star Wars and I’m looking forward to being a little nerdy with my girls. I’m sure we’ll have a blast. We’ll be having dinner with some blogger’s too, which I am now very much looking forward to.