Not looking forward to the long flight ahead but the thought of seeing him brings a smile to my face.
The trip has been long and exhausting. I spent much of the time traveling around places I don’t really care to see and hanging around people I don’t really care to talk to. I couldn’t wait to go home, yet I always wish there was more time: more time with my grandparents who love me more than I know, more time with the father I haven’t seen in over 14 years, more time with the grandfather who took care of me during the best years of my youth. I know there will never be enough time.
It’s been a long time since I last saw him before he left again for Berlin shortly after my 9th birthday. Now everything seemed like a dream. It's difficult to digest even now that I actually talked to my father and hugged him once more after all those years. He carried me around the hallway on his back like the way he used to when I was little, and it felt the same as it did back then. I wish I had gotten everything on tape. I was flooded with emotions I didn't know I had and tears poured out no matter how hard I tried to hold the back. Although we exchanged contact information, the meeting felt more like a closure.
My aunt’s husband drove us to the neighborhood where my grandfather and I used to live. Everything in