Transition

January 22, 2008 § 2 Comments

I’m home and tired and catching up slowly.  Last night, Arit brought food and a bottle of wine; today, I caught up with Flaneur and D. as I unpacked the suitcase that R. lent me. 

It’s good to be back, and strange, and a little sad.  I am full of stories that won’t quite come and feelings that have caught me off guard.  Already, it is all becoming memory and I don’t want it to.  Not yet.

Of course, I wish he was here.

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