Airplanes took me away again.
Could barely more than four days possibly be more remarkable? Barely.
It was so wonderful seeing Layne! We drove to Pullman Square and precariously parked. (I’m not Master Bitch Parker, unfortunately.) We danced together (briefly) at the Stonewall. She decorated my arm. I just smiled. Seeing your best friend in the whole world for the first time in a year is so great! It won’t be another year.
And then there was him. What can I say but yay?
And my mum! It was so good to see her, but so sad at the same time. It’s so tough to articulate, and even harder to say, but I worry about her so much. I know, I’m sure she doesn’t sleep at nights thinking about me in Los Angeles, either. But… I just don’t have words…
And school. Seeing Ms. Abbott, Ms. Lonker, Ms. Webb, and Ms. Corrie again was so wonderful! When you leave someone, as I did them, it’s so difficult to go back. But I’m so glad I did. I owe them so much, so much more than I could ever repay. I was happy to see them so well, and, well, so happy!
And, yet, there’s nothing like coming home. This, deep down, isn’t my home. But there are things, and people, who make it home. Some material, like my bed. Some somewhat mundane, like my job. And some so amazing, like my Matt.
But here I am. Once again. Once again…
Yeah, it was pretty awesome, wasnt it?
And it better not be another year. You probably posted this about a year ago but I am just checking everyone’e blogs for like the first time in forever.