It's as if I have no idea how I got here, but I'm in Texas! And I'm unprepared!
I didn't do most of the things I wanted done before I left but still lost sleep over them. I didn't see all the great people, but some is better than none. I didn't clean out the fridge either. The haunting of neglected leftovers will probably cross state boarders sometime next week. Sorry Honey Bucket.
My dad is still awesome and weird. We've picked out a house project (tools! Ka-chunk!) and a ride day. Karen is in I-love-being-the-parent-of-adult-children mode. She's hilarious and eternally thoughtful.
I spent an hour on the phone with a non-family member today. I never do that. "So, where are you? You on your way over here yet?" he teased. My heart has been cartwheeling lately and I know I've needed some distance. On the airplane today, smushed between the window seat and a guy eating a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, I reached a place of saturnine peace. It's good here. So when I sat for an hour chatting and thinking nice thoughts, I also felt a level of removal. No sniveling goodbyes. That's my policy for as long as I can keep it.
15 days!
Also, I'm now one part Bowie, one part Woodstock (I'm told).