Apr 04, 2008 19:02
I'm writing to you from the Tampa International Airport. After an uneventful check in and only one overheard blatant racist comment (Pilot to stewardess: "How long can it take to make a salad? They lost the recipe for lettuce?!" Stewardess, shuddering: "I just hope they're not all on the work release program." Pilot, pointing at a black Quizno's employee: "Oh, I guarantee you they are!") we've been killing time watching old YouTube videos and laughing and loving. Going back to Massachusetts makes me feel young and hopeful. It lifts me out of my 22 exhausted years. ;)
I'm excited for the food and the friends. I want to eat at Al Dente's, The Cozy Corner, Mr. C's, Campus Pizza, and more. I've been so homesick for my favorite eateries. I also want to see all the old college film guys, and Jessie, and Kenny, and Adrienne, and TONY, and Vatche, and Gregg, and hopefully some of my old professors. I just want to be home, in my element, where Ben and I were the coziest and most comfortable. I want to be in the land of Celtics and Patriots and Red Sox. I want to complain about the cold and have wet jean hems be a major problem in my life again. I want to teach low-key kindergarten and take day trips to farms in Western Mass and be near the Eric Carle Museum in case he does another book signing. I want to be home.
I'm going to try and blog a lot on this trip. I want to remember the first time I was back since the first time I left.