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up in the air


Airport

Lots of hithering and thithering over the past 9 days - a trip to LA (for a day and a party), then a week up in San Francisco to see friends and family and bopping around between couches and extra beds, and now at the airport waiting to board a flight for LA, where I'll spend one more day before heading back to Massachusetts. Lots to write about this trip, and various and sundry photos to post, and I will do that when I have a chance to catch my breath. But I'll say this for now: I want to find a word that describes the feeling of returning to someplace or someone familiar but discovering you don't quite fit together in the same way you used to. And another for the home that rests inside of you, no matter where you go.