It was 17 years ago today (also on a Friday) that I boarded an airplane with 2 kids and a cat on our way to start our new lives in Virginia. The moving van had packed up our house in
a monsoon pouring rain the day before and was on its way east as well.
The trip became more of an adventure than planned when we were stranded during our layover in Chicago because Richmond’s airport was closed due to an ice storm (a very big one). What was I going to do? I had a cat that hadn’t used a litter box all day and the airline was not going to pay for a hotel room.
It was near dinner time and after calling my husband with the bad news, decided to try and reach his cousins who live in one of the northern suburbs. I caught them just as they were making dinner plans with friends and these Angels (capital A) cancelled and came down and got us.
I didn’t realize how much I was imposing on them until Sharon walked into the terminal (you could do that back in those days hahaha) wearing the biggest Eskimo-like down coat I had seen. Seems that from the relative comfort of the inside of the terminal I didn’t know it was minus 60F outside with the wind chill. Or maybe without wind chill. Her husband John was circling the airport because if he’d parked, he wasn’t likely to get the car started again. And here we were with our southern California-weight winter jackets.
I treated them to dinner and they gave us a warm, dry place to stay the night and we were able to get on a plane the next day and fly into RIC. The kids were so jazzed that their first day of school that Monday was a snow day. They’d never had a snow day in their lives (neither had I). Because my car was still en route, I took John to work that morning and was impressed when I heard on the radio that it was 0 degrees. I don’t think it’s been that cold here since.
We have now officially lived in Richmond as long as we lived in our house back in California. Had John not gotten the opportunity to transfer his job, I wonder if we’d still be in that house. Probably so.