[Get caught up with Part I before continuing!]
PART II - SISTER TIME, TEA PARTIES, AND SNOWI walked into a towering Grand Central Station shaken up from the cold, and once I passed through the layers of entrances, I found myself in a giant ballroom with a celestial ceiling that looked as though it were miles away. The four-faced clock, the elegant structure and detail, the lovely shades of teal and gold... they don't call it grand for nothin'!
Luckily I got there in time before their Noon cut-off when delays would start to occur... the 11:07 departure was my saving grace! I had a bit of time to kill, so for the first time during my trip I pulled out my camera and snapped some photos. Overwhelmed with its beauty, I tweeted and sent updates to my Facebook friends.
The 2-hour train ride was the most calming travel experience thus far. I looked like death, so I put on my sunglasses to avoid looks of concern, and focused my attention toward the beautiful New England scenery swiftly passing by my stare.
I first saw city, lots of it. I took it all in... the graffiti, the streets, the architecture, the brick, the windows, the bridges, and then the snow slowly adorning a layer of white upon it. Then I saw country - beautiful trees, colonial homes, picket fences and pretty backyards, ponds, and fields.
Nostalgia started taking over me in waves... this was my home.
This is where I went apple picking. This is where we climbed trees. These were the woods we had adventures in. These were the fields I played softball. These were the streets we rode bikes in. This was me.
I finally felt comfort knowing with each minute that passed the miles were decreasing and I would soon see my family. Before I knew it I was pacing through New Haven's train station, searching for the exit, and looking for my sister's car in between the giant snowflakes falling fast across my vision.
I made it!!!
The worst was over. Despite the odds, despite the fear, and despite the doubt - I made it. No matter how my trip turned out at this point, it didn't matter because I was no longer alone - I would be experiencing a historic blizzard with one of my favorite people in the world... my little sister, Alecia.
A little background info... my older sister moved to Utah when she graduated high school, and in 2005, so did I. That left my younger sister alone with my parents, who were on the verge of a divorce. I have felt for years that I abandoned my own blood by making that move, and even though things are OK now, I still feel guilt for our family being split down the middle.
It felt like forever since I last visited, and I was so interested to see how my sister has been living these past couple of years. Only 22 years old, single, and going to school with her whole life in front of her, she had moved into her own apartment last year joining two roommates. Cute, simple, mismatched, and quirky, I was inspired to capture the beauty of its little details.
If I was going to be without luggage for a few days, it was a good thing I was staying with my sister! I might have had to wear leggings the whole time, but we are kindred souls when it comes to clothing, makeup, and hair. We changed into comfy clothes, sipped on coffee, snacked on goodies from the fridge, enjoyed conversations with her roommates, and got ready to endure a wicked blizzard, not knowing how bad it would actually get!
The next morning after being bundled up, watching GIRLS, and experiencing some cabin fever, her sweet roommate, Sara-Joy, pulled out her grandmother's vintage tea set and set up a lovely tea party for us, promptly followed by photos, giggles, and a shiesty game of Phase 10 ;)
Um.... what now? Find out next week ;)