What is this technology that so swiftly takes me between lives? Sandwiched in the atmosphere between space and the top layer of clouds, I sit in my chair, listening to my ipod and making faces at the baby in front of me who is looking desperately for entertainment. I feel you, baby. Sitting here, my mind phases between anticipation for that old familiar place and sadness for leaving a place which has recently become so familiar to me. I can't decide which one to follow and if by choosing I betray one or the other.
It's a balancing act that I no longer want to entertain. It's a life that is finally being left- no bridges burned. It's an independence that I will finally claim. I will take my car. What a symbolic act. I will cook for my family the rosemary chicken recipe that I have recently perfected in my own home. What a symbolic act. Who knows where I'll end up but what is important is where I want to be now. This trip home is a last hurrah in which I will finally tip the scale into my own hands and place the weights into my backpack to carry with me where I want to go. What a symbolic act.
*the 8 hour flight home always makes me a little nostalgic and a little dramatic. do i still feel all of these things? well see.*
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