there's only one place they call you one of their own

[stillprettiest]

Tomorrow morning I get on a plane that will take me to Paris and then to JFK, and Tuesday another plane will take me back home. My suitcases are packed (and both borderline on the weight limit, so hopefully the scales aren't finicky), and Steve the Stuffed Walrus has to come in my carry-on because he's too squishy to fit in either bag.

It's been a really, really long year. And I sort of don't know what to do now that it's over.

Crap.