things hit me when we arrived at the airport and I saw the bus stop. flashed back to coming out of the terminal with my fresh leap card, ready for a week ahead with no clear idea of how it would go.
a tinge of sadness at it being the end. its been a wonderful week
❤️ you all everyone who was there, everyone I hung out with, played games with, got complimented by, ate with, laughed with, bought from, tried on dresses with, everything
it's hitting me, but not the way things normally do. normally about two thirds of the way through my trip I can't wait to get home.
looking forward to the most familiar bus numbers and places on road signs. the fonts. the shoogles and leans and the sight of home.
I think this is positive, a step forward for me.
being able to just be me, yer ackshul fuzzy duck, the entire time and not have to worry. I think that's it.
so anyhow, I am sitting in a metal tube upon tarmac, ready for a birb mobe hop over the water.
maybe I'll see my nest on the way. if we have the right landing approach
and if I don't, no worries, I'll see it soon after, exactly as I left it
I think I know more of who I am now and can go forward with that
and un on the ground again. it just hit me again as I walked out of the arrivals door. that memory of Tuesday morning, going through the process of flying out while demitired.
and here I'm back.
feeling that post-trip thing of the familiar seeking slightly off. the availability of pink lemonade lucozade and white, pink and mauve buses
nearly home, then I can get unpacked and sort out a washing. get things tidied. used to be so eager to get home, but not any more
still got OCD, mind, so I'm not just dumping stuff and leaving it untidy :v
I can get a lot done in the hour or so before board games tonight
