When I visit family in Virginia or California, it takes me a while, as I call it to re-entry after three weeks away. I remember traveling with my husband on long flights, and even if we got home at 3am body time, I would do a load of wash. Never considered myself obsessive, just organized. I need to unpack and wake up to a settled place giving me peace of mind. I left California after a glorious three-week family fun time, and ended up on the red-eye. I was trying to get the best fare when I booked on Jet Blue, and after I made the reservation realized I would be flying all night. The price wasn’t worth the five hours of steering the plane. Felt I was productive writing in the dark because I didn’t want to disturb the two people next to me who fell asleep before the plane took off. Guess they realized I was taking care of the co-piloting and could rest. A zombie left the plane after landing and arrived back at my apartment at 6am. Actually without any little white pill help, I fell asleep at 8am until 1pm. For the first time, needless to say not able to wash clothes without a washing machine in my New York apartment, I just sort of unpacked the few things I packed and let hang out. Why I need to take so many products is beyond my comprehension. It has to do with more practicality than over packing, not wanting to make a drug store stop when I have everything I need to bring. Now, getting back to my normal way of life takes about three days of slowly putting everything back where it belongs. Go through mail, throwing most of it out. Travel things away, cosmetics and all the other stuff in their proper places, and hang the clothes back in the closet. Some people can leave suitcases and everything out for days. I am not one of them. I needed to devise a method to all this unpacking madness and not leave my apartment for two days without a moments guilt. It was easy. The weather is absolutely beautiful in New York with no humidity right now. Not for me it isn’t. I put the shades down and said there is no way I can go out in this blizzard. The snow is drifting and the ice on the sidewalks dangerous. So here I am, able to stay in my apartment doing my re-entry my way. I have to go out tomorrow and know for sure this imaginary blizzard will melt in 84 degree temperature. Today it is 82. Re-entry almost complete, except for a pile of magazines I need to read. Another summer blizzard may be in the forecast for next week.