New York taught me a lot—like relationships don’t last forever, and Tinder isn’t for everyone. But now, I’m back in Denver.

After two and a half years, I get to call it home again.

It feels like after a lifetime of opportunities later, I am back home.

“Home,” I repeat as I drag myself through the airport toward baggage claim.

There’s construction along the way. Too many detours from the gates, to the train, and in the terminal. Honestly, I thought this would feel different.

What happened to the trumpets, red carpet, and the party waiting for me at the terminal?

There’s no such thing. Not even a small welcome party.

“Catching the red-eye is a great idea,” I said when I booked my plane ticket. “You’ll have all morning to get things done.”

I should’ve listened to Thomas. He offered to pick me up, as long as I arrived at a decent hour.

Did I listen to him?

Nope.

Now, I’m tired, the airport is full of assholes pushing everyone around to grab their bags and get to the rental busses first. I take a deep breath and make an executive decision. There’s no way I’ll be standing in line waiting for my turn to rent a car—I’m going to fall asleep standing.

Since I don’t have much energy, I cancel my reservation online and take a cab. Seriously, my eyes are tired, and I doubt I’ll be able to keep them open during the drive. A cup of coffee could help, but I see there’s yet another long line.

Next time I think about taking the red-eye, I should remember this. Or, I should take a nap and not work the day before.

Claire: Morning, what’s the update on the apartment?

In other words, can I go home and sleep after my meetings?

Danielle: Your furniture is arriving at nine, I should have everything ready by noon. You can come over to my house and take a nap if you want to. I saw you worked during your trip. 

Claire: I’m meeting with the contractor.

Danielle: You should’ve taken time off before the move or to move. I can’t believe you gave us a week of vacation, and you’re just jumping from one office to another.

Claire: Don’t worry about me, I’m good. I just need a shot of espresso and maybe a nap after my meeting.

Danielle: I’m just saying. You’re not superhuman. 

Claire: Thank you for caring, I’m fine. 

Fine is a relative word. I’m so tired, I fall asleep in the cab. This is a sign that I need a triple shot latte, a bed, and some breakfast to give me energy.