Look, running off to Sunny Florida for a few days isn’t possible for everyone. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but life is short and winter long, and I don’t go places for no reason all that often. Plus it was a “working” vacation, by which I mean I got writing things done. And saw Star Wars. That was a very important task. Jess and I might have been the last people in the US to see it. Everyone else was waiting for us.
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It feels a bit like I hit a reset button on my brain, by being away from everything for a few days. You wouldn’t think that’d be necessary, so soon after Winter Holiday Time, but gosh, it makes a difference, the type of traveling you’re doing. Whether you’ve been a thousand times, rushing around to try to see all the family and friends, or if you’re just sitting in the sun, maybe talking about going to dinner that night.
Either way I arrive back at the airport, trying to keep the Airport Grievances Grumps from sticking to me* and head home, all the way back to my quiet little walk home in the dark. I like my little walk. There are streetlamps and houses so nice I want to gut them and turn them into community living spaces and it wasn’t too cold. I knew at the end of it was my bed. It gives this moment of separation, a clear cut between one thing and another. Ten minutes that are always the same, to clear my head and separate the other place I was from home.
But now I’m staring at the above photo and wondering if leaving was the right thing to do, or if I’ve only been convinced of it because of Capitalist Indoctrination.
*we were stuck on the runway for an hour. they made me check my bag. i had to elbow-fight for the armrests with two Men of Business. the usual.