I’m sitting in Atlanta, the airport, waiting for the flight back to SF. I’m sitting by myself. R is already in Boston. By magic, our flights took off at the same time from the gate, leaving little time for teary goodbyes. (They weren’t as teary as they could have been or as I expected.)

We spent a week at Buxton, NC with the family. It was good mostly except for: cutting my fingers badly against my razor, losing my class ring (more to follow) and ripping the skin by a toenail.

I had a small bit of panic as the flight closed the door in Richmond. But it passed as we got into the air and I started reading. Still, to quote Keren: Blarg.

Anyway. That thing that I have been posting over and dreading for months? Yeah, it’s here now and I’m holding on ok. All in all, it was extremely low-key. R won’t let me change my FB status to ‘it’s complicated’ but whee. Ok, now I got back to something else over the next 90 minutes til I board.

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