Granny's Pink Suit Part II

I am you. New in New York City--fresh from Germany--"ich nicht sprechen deautsch."

Ich nicht sprechen city, I don't speak crowds--I just want to go home. My husband is still in Germany--he'll be on his way as soon as he can. I've never been so alone. Nineteen seemed like a much bigger number two years ago--7,781,984 people makes 19 look pretty small.

Before I left I kissed Carel and turned in front of the mirror. I wouldn't dare gettting on a plane dressed casually. I bought a brand new pink suit just for the occasion. I felt good--like every breath I took was one more closer home. I sighed deep and took a step out the door, struggling to carry my over-sized suitcase.

When I got off the plane...(to be continued.)